The flowerlike animal perfume in the god’s curly hair— don’t assume

The ache of marriage: thigh and tongue, beloved, are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth We look for communion

Something forgotten for twenty yea… and mothers came from Cordova and… and though I am a citizen of the… stranger here than anywhere else,… I am Essex-born:

High in the jacaranda shines the g… of a small bird’s curlicue of song… for her to see or hear. I’ve learned not to say, these last years,

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…

When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abund… whispers. My presence made them

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…

Brown gas-fog, white beneath the street lamps. Cut off on three sides, all space… with our bodies. Bodies that stumble

As the stores close, a winter ligh… opens air to iris blue, glint of frost through the smoke grains of mica, salt of the sidewa… As the buildings close, released a…

Pale, then enkindled, light advancing, emblazoning summits of palm and pine,

All others talked as if talk were a dance. Clodhopper I, with clumsy feet would break the gliding ring. Early I learned to

Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt,

I like to find what’s not found at once, but lies within something of another nature… in repose, distinct.