When you are slightly drunk Things are so close, so friendly. The road asks to be walked upon, The road rewards you for walking With firm upward contact answering…

People who are afraid of themselve… Multiply themselves into families And so divide themselves And so become less afraid. People who might have to go out

If a man says half himself in the… Way a tune shakes into equilibrium… Or approximates to a note that nev… Says half himself in the way two p… Flow to each other and softly sepa…

The birds’ shrill fluting Beats on the pink blind, Pierces the pink blind At whose edge fumble the sun’s Fingers till one obtrudes

Serrations of chimneys Stone-black perforate Velvet-black dark. A tree coils in core of darkness. My swinging

One day people will touch and talk… And loving be natural as breathing… And people will untie themselves,… Unfold and yawn and stretch and sp… Unfurl, uncurl like seaweed return…

Under the lips and limbs, the embr… Under the sharp circumference, the… Under the fence of shadows, Is something I am seeking; Under the faces a face,

Suddenly, desperately I thought, “No, never In millions of minutes Can I for one second Calm-leaving my own self

Light’s patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light’s pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes... Light sinks and rusts

To walk as you walk, green eye, sm… Even ostentatiously alone but simp… Alone... arching the back in court… Gathering the body as a dancer bef… Audience, treading earth scantly -…

Dogs take new friends abruptly and… Cats’ meetings are neat, tactual,… Monkeys exchange their fleas befor… Snakes, no doubt, coil by coil rea… We then, at first encounter, shoul…

Climb, claim your shelf-room, far Packed from inquisitive moon And cold contagious stars. Lean out, but look no longer, No further, than to stir

We are a people living in shells a… Crablike; reticent, awkward, deepl… Watching the world from a corner o… Afraid lest someone show that he h… Afraid lest someone weep in the ra…

We being so hidden from those who Have quietly borne and fed us, How can we answer civilly Their innocent invitations? How can we say “we see you

The tube lift mounts, sap in a stem, And blossoms its load, a black, untidy rose. The fountain of the escalator