Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered judgement, bears the light beneath the rifted ...

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

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

As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them,

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…

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

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.

My wedding-ring lies in a basket as if at the bottom of a well. Nothing will come to fish it back… and onto my finger again.        &nb sp;       &nbs…

That dog with daisies for eyes who flashes forth flame of his very self at every ba… is the Dog of Art. Worked in wool, his blind eyes

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

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

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

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