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

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

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

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…

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

U.S. BURIED IRAQI SOL… ‘What you saw was a bunch of trenches with arms sticking out.’ ‘Plows mounted on

“I am a landscape,” he said. “a landscape and a person walking… There are daunting cliffs there, And plains glad in their way of brown monotony. But especially

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…

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

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

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

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…

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