The red eyes of rabbits aren’t sad. No one passes the sad golden village in a barge any more. The sunset will leave it alone. If the

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

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

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

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,

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

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…

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

What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall

The ache of marriage: thigh and tongue, beloved, are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth We look for communion

I was welcomed here’€”clear gold of late summer, of opening autumn, the dawn eagle sunning himself on… the mountain revealing herself unc… tinted apricot as she looked west,

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

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

This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads to the sea. We have the words in our pockets,

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