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 clouds—the indivisible shared out in endless abundance.
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O Eros, silently smiling one, hea… Let the shadow of thy wings brush me. Let thy presence enfold me, as if darkness
U.S. BURIED IRAQI SOL… ‘What you saw was a bunch of trenches with arms sticking out.’ ‘Plows mounted on
"The World is not something to look at, it is something to be in.… Mark Rudman I look and look. Looking’s a way of being: one beco…
When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abund… whispers. My presence made them
Down through the tomb’s inward arc… He has shouldered out into Limbo to gather them, dazed, from dreaml… the merciful dead, the prophets, the innocents just His own age and…
Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you.
A certain day became a presence to… there it was, confronting me—a sky… a being. And before it started to… from the height of noon, it leaned… and struck my shoulder as if with
It’s when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shu… the taint in our own selves, that… cracks the mind’s shell and enters… not to a flower, not to a dolphin,
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
Turn from that road’s beguiling ea… to your hunger’s turret. Enter, cl… chill with disuse, where the croak… regards from shimmering eyes your… and the drip, drip, of darkness gl…
Elves are no smaller than men, and walk as men do, in this world, but with more grace than most, and are not immortal.
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close to the shore on the tide
Fully occupied with growing—that’s the amaryllis. Growing especially at night: it would take only a bit more patience than I’ve… to sit keeping watch with it till…
In the Japanese tongue of the min…
Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt,