The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool Is Narcissus in love With the slight white branches, The slim trunk,

I am the unnoticed, the unnoticabl… The man who sat on your right in t… The man who looked through like a… The man who was the colour of the… Morning pipe smoke.

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…

Suddenly, desperately I thought, “No, never In millions of minutes Can I for one second Calm-leaving my own self

“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…

Light drunkenly reels into shadow; Blurs, slurs uneasily; Slides off the eyeballs: The segments shatter. Tree-branches cut arc-light in rag…

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…

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…

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…

I, after difficult entry through m… And stumbling childhood (hitting m… I, intricate, easily unshipped, un… Cut off in my communications; stam… A dialect shared by you, but not y…

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

(Windless Summer) Between the glass panes of the sea… Patterns of fronds, and the bronze… (Winter) Foam-ropes lasso the seal-black sh…

If a man says half himself in the… Way a tune shakes into equilibrium… Or approximates to a note that nev… Says half himself in the way two p… Flow to each other and softly sepa…

Old women look intently at Nothin… announces a cancer, dark fruit, un… shrunk left breast. Girls’ hands hold Nothing when th… men from the platform and scoops t…

We being so hidden from those who Have quietly borne and fed us, How can we answer civilly Their innocent invitations? How can we say “we see you