“Why can’t you say what you mean s… Well, say it yourself: then say “… Or less perhaps, or not that way,… That after all.” The meaning of a… Might be an undernote; this tree m…

The sun, a heavy spider, spins in… The wind hides under cactus leaves… Small shadow accompanies Hamlet-P… Wry sniggering shadow in front of… The plumed cavalcade has passed to…

Bells overbrim with sound And spread from cupolas Out through the shaking air Endless unbreaking circles Cool and clear as water.

When you are slightly drunk Things are so close, so friendly. The road asks to be walked upon, The road rewards you for walking With firm upward contact answering…

Light’s patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light’s pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes... Light sinks and rusts

Green sea-tarnished copper And sea-tarnished gold Of cupolas. Sea-runnelled streets Channelled by salt air

To walk as you walk, green eye, sm… Even ostentatiously alone but simp… Alone... arching the back in court… Gathering the body as a dancer bef… Audience, treading earth scantly -…

Dogs take new friends abruptly and… Cats’ meetings are neat, tactual,… Monkeys exchange their fleas befor… Snakes, no doubt, coil by coil rea… We then, at first encounter, shoul…

People who are afraid of themselve… Multiply themselves into families And so divide themselves And so become less afraid. People who might have to go out

This trumpeter of nothingness, emp… To keep our reason dull and null a… This man of wind and froth and flu… The wares of any who reward him we… Praising whatever he is paid to pr…

Acknowledge the drum’s whisper. Yield to its velvet Nudge. Cut a slow air– Curve. Then dip (hip to hip): Sway, swing, pedantically

The clock disserts on punctuation,… The clock’s voice, thin and dry, a… The clock insists: a lecturer demo… Loudly, with finger raised, when t… But time flows through the room, l…

This shape without space, This pattern without stuff, This stream without dimension Surrounds us, flows through us, But leaves no mark.

Climb, claim your shelf-room, far Packed from inquisitive moon And cold contagious stars. Lean out, but look no longer, No further, than to stir

We expected the violin’s finger on… Its importunate cry, too laxly cur… And you drew us an oboe-outline, c… Unadorned statement, accurately ca… We expected the screen, the backgr…