There’s in my mind a woman of innocence, unadorned but fair-featured and smelling of apples or grass. She wears a utopian smock or shift, her hair

The clouds as I see them, rising urgently, roseate in the mounting of somber power surging in evening haste over roofs and hermetic

O Eros, silently smiling one, hea… Let the shadow of thy wings brush me. Let thy presence enfold me, as if darkness

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 ...

Brown gas-fog, white beneath the street lamps. Cut off on three sides, all space… with our bodies. Bodies that stumble

“Adam, where are you?”      &nbsp ;    God’s hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam’s inattention, his confused attention to everythi…

Though the road turn at last to death’€™s ordinary door, and we knock there, ready to enter and it opens easily for us,

Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance,

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…

When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abund… whispers. My presence made them

As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them,

Pale, then enkindled, light advancing, emblazoning summits of palm and pine,

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…

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