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

All others talked as if talk were a dance. Clodhopper I, with clumsy feet would break the gliding ring. Early I learned to

The Rav of Northern White Russia declined… in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did not interest hi…

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…

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 ...

After I had cut off my hands and grown new ones something my former hands had long… came and asked to be rocked. After my plucked out eyes

High in the jacaranda shines the g… of a small bird’s curlicue of song… for her to see or hear. I’ve learned not to say, these last years,

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

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…

iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor’s chimney casts on the…

An old man whose black face shines golden-brown as wet pebbles under the streetlamp, is walking t… proportionate size, in the rain, in the relaxed early-evening avenu…

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

As you read, a white bear leisurel… pees, dyeing the snow saffron, and as you read, many gods lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian

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.