The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.

The saints are gathering at the re… places, trying tough skin on sharp conscience, endurance in the hot spots– searching out to define, come up

It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes

Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the worl… longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage…

Motion’s the dead giveaway, eye catcher, the revealing risk: the caterpillar sulls on the hot m… but then, risking, ripples to the… the cricket, startled, leaps the

A day without rain is like a day without sunshine

The reason to be autonomous is to… a cleared instrument, ready to act… the moral realm and actual conditi… needs to be done and to do it: fin… best, if it works out, but if, lik…

The wonderful workings of the worl… wonderful: I’m surprised half the… ground up fine, I puff if a pebble… I’m nervous: my moarality’s intric… a squash blossom dies, I feel with…

I went for a walk over the dunes a… to the sea, then turned right along the surf rounded a naked headland

This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of

I’ve pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I

All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset

What do I find right at the cente… relationships: a slightly disperse… tinctured core of brutality: go to… the question is not whether your l… but whether you can pay the bill,…

I don’t know somehow it seems suff… to see and hear whatever coming an… losing the self to the victory of stones and trees, of bending sandpit lakes, crescent