The cat is eating the roses: that’s the way he is. Don’t stop him, don’t stop the world going round, that’s the way things are.

This wild night, gathering the was…       &n bsp;   animal vines t…            slapping my face lightl…            in the gesticulations o… I recall out of my joy a night of…

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,

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

Hypocrite women, how seldom we spe… of our own doubts, while dubiously we mother man in his doubt! And if at Mill Valley perched in… the sweet rain drifting through we…

Genial poets, pink-faced earnest wits— you have given the world some choice morsels, gobbets of language presented

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

Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don’t know the

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

iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor’s chimney casts on the…

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

Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? Were they inclined to quiet laught…

A voice from the dark called out, “The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the… imagination of disaster. Peace, no… the absence of war.”