#English #Women
Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance,
The ache of marriage: thigh and tongue, beloved, are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth We look for communion
There’s in my mind a woman of innocence, unadorned but fair-featured and smelling of apples or grass. She wears a utopian smock or shift, her hair
Innocent decision: to enjoy. And the pathos of hopefulness, of his solicitude: —he in mended serape, she having plaited carefully
When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abund… whispers. My presence made them
U.S. BURIED IRAQI SOL… ‘What you saw was a bunch of trenches with arms sticking out.’ ‘Plows mounted on
Since I stroll in the woods more… than on this frequented path, it’s… trees I observe; but among fellow… what I like best is to see an old… fishing alone at the end of a jett…
From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more than alone
iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor’s chimney casts on the…
As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them,
Elves are no smaller than men, and walk as men do, in this world, but with more grace than most, and are not immortal.
White dawn. Stillness. When… I took it for a sea-wind, coming t… of salt, of treeless horizons. but… didn’t stir; the leaved of my brot… unmoving.
Not the moon. A flower on the other side of the water. The water sweeps past in flood, dragging a whole tree by the hair, a barn, a bridge. The flower
Down through the tomb’s inward arc… He has shouldered out into Limbo to gather them, dazed, from dreaml… the merciful dead, the prophets, the innocents just His own age and…
Something is very gently, invisibly, silently, pulling at me-a thread or net of threads finer than cobweb and as
