The Rav of Northern White Russia declined… in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did not interest hi…

Bricks of the wall, so much older than the house - taken I think from a farm pulled d… when the street was built - narrow bricks of another century.

At sixteen I believed the moonlig… could change me if it would.           I moved my hea… on the pillow, even moved my bed as the moon slowly

The moon is a sow and grunts in my throat Her great shining shines through m… so the mud of my hollow gleams and breaks in silver bubbles

Something is very gently, invisibly, silently, pulling at me-a thread or net of threads finer than cobweb and as

To lie back under the tallest oldest trees. How far the stems rise, rise before ribs of shelter open!

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

What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall

The old wooden steps to the front… where I was sitting that fall morn… when you came downstairs, just awa… and my joy at sight of you (emergi… into golden day—

The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves shivering in the sun,

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

We live our lives of human passion… cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a world devoid of our preoccupations, free