Blame us for these who were cradle… Watching our sidelong watching, fe… Playing their blind-man’s-bluff in… Their follow-my-leader on a stair…

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…

It is time to give that-of-myself… To offer you now at last my least… Minor, absurd preserves, The shell’s end-curves, A document kept at the back of a d…

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

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…

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…

“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…

Music curls In the stone shells Of the arches, and rings Their stone bells. Music lips

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

Acknowledge the drum’s whisper. Yield to its velvet Nudge. Cut a slow air– Curve. Then dip (hip to hip): Sway, swing, pedantically

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;

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

Light drunkenly reels into shadow; Blurs, slurs uneasily; Slides off the eyeballs: The segments shatter. Tree-branches cut arc-light in rag…

This shape without space, This pattern without stuff, This stream without dimension Surrounds us, flows through us, But leaves no mark.

Old women look intently at Nothin… announces a cancer, dark fruit, un… shrunk left breast. Girls’ hands hold Nothing when th… men from the platform and scoops t…