The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves shivering in the sun,

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 ...

At sixteen I believed the moonlig… could change me if it would.           I moved my hea… on the pillow, even moved my bed as the moon slowly

Innocent decision: to enjoy. And the pathos of hopefulness, of his solicitude: —he in mended serape, she having plaited carefully

Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt,

Green Snake, when I hung you roun… and stroked your cold, pulsing thr… as you hissed to me, glinting arrowy gold scales, and I felt the weight of you on my shoulders,

Rose Red’s hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she pre… supper of honey and apples, curds… for the bear, and leaves it ready on the hearth-stone.

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

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

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…

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…

A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my

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…