Brilliant, this day—a young virtuo… Morning shadow cut by sharpest sci… deft hands. And every prodigy of g… whether it’s ferns or lichens or n… or impatient points of buds on spi…

After I had cut off my hands and grown new ones something my former hands had long… came and asked to be rocked. After my plucked out eyes

As you read, a white bear leisurel… pees, dyeing the snow saffron, and as you read, many gods lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian

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

The tree of knowledge was the tree… That’s why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That fruit was meant to be dried and milled t… for use a pinch at a time, a condi…

Delivered out of raw continual pai… smell of darkness, groans of those… to whom he was chained— unchained, and led past the sleepers,

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

An old man whose black face shines golden-brown as wet pebbles under the streetlamp, is walking t… proportionate size, in the rain, in the relaxed early-evening avenu…

The authentic! Shadows of it sweep past in dreams, one could sa… evoking the almost-silent ripping apart of giant sheets of cellophane. No.

In the Japanese tongue of the min…

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

Those groans men use passing a woman on the street or on the steps of the subway to tell her she is a female and their flesh knows it,

This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads to the sea. We have the words in our pockets,