Brilliant, this day—a young virtuo… Morning shadow cut by sharpest sci… deft hands. And every prodigy of g… whether it’s ferns or lichens or n… or impatient points of buds on spi…

A voice from the dark called out, “The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the… imagination of disaster. Peace, no… the absence of war.”

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

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

The old wooden steps to the front… where I was sitting that fall morn… when you came downstairs, just awa… and my joy at sight of you (emergi… into golden day—

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.

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

To lie back under the tallest oldest trees. How far the stems rise, rise before ribs of shelter open!

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

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

A night that cuts between you and… and you and you and you and me: jostles us apart, a man el… through a crowd. We won’t look for each other, either–

In the Japanese tongue of the min…

Something is very gently, invisibly, silently, pulling at me-a thread or net of threads finer than cobweb and as

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