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…

The red eyes of rabbits aren’t sad. No one passes the sad golden village in a barge any more. The sunset will leave it alone. If the

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

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

The clouds as I see them, rising urgently, roseate in the mounting of somber power surging in evening haste over roofs and hermetic

“Adam, where are you?” God’s hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam’s inattention, his confused attention to everythi…

Turn from that road’s beguiling ea… to your hunger’s turret. Enter, cl… chill with disuse, where the croak… regards from shimmering eyes your… and the drip, drip, of darkness gl…

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

Innocent decision: to enjoy. And the pathos of hopefulness, of his solicitude: —he in mended serape, she having plaited carefully

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 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,

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

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