Wouldn’t you say, Wouldn’t you say: one day, With a little more time or a littl… Disentangle for separate, delibera… One of the moment’s hundred strand…

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…

The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool Is Narcissus in love With the slight white branches, The slim trunk,

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,

Within the church The solemn priests advance, And the sunlight, stained by the h… Dyes a yet richer red the scarlet… And the scarlet robes of the young…

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

This is not Love, perhaps, Love that lays down its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, But something written in lighter i…

“Why can’t you say what you mean s… Well, say it yourself: then say “… Or less perhaps, or not that way,… That after all.” The meaning of a… Might be an undernote; this tree m…

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…

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

This trumpeter of nothingness, emp… To keep our reason dull and null a… This man of wind and froth and flu… The wares of any who reward him we… Praising whatever he is paid to pr…

(Windless Summer) Between the glass panes of the sea… Patterns of fronds, and the bronze… (Winter) Foam-ropes lasso the seal-black sh…

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

Stairs fly as straight as hawks; Or else in spirals, curve out of c… At a ledge to poise their wings be… Stairs sway at the height of their… Like a melody in Tristan;