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.”

Let me be at the place of the cast… Let the castle be within me. Let it rise foursquare from the mo… Let the moat’s waters reflect gree…    the shells of swimming turtles…

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,

Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close to the shore on the tide

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

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

Green Snake, when I hung you roun… and stroked your cold, pulsing thr… as you hissed to me, glinting arrowy gold scales, and I felt the weight of you on my shoulders,

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:

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

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

Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance,

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

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

Rose Red’s hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she pre… supper of honey and apples, curds… for the bear, and leaves it ready on the hearth-stone.