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

Genial poets, pink-faced earnest wits— you have given the world some choice morsels, gobbets of language presented

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.”

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

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

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

Those groans men use passing a woman on the street or on the steps of the subway to tell her she is a female and their flesh knows it,

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

Weier Tagesanbruch. Stille. Als… hielt ich es für Seewind, in unser… von Salz, von baumlosen Horizonte… bewegte sich nicht; das Laub meine… regungslos.

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—

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

As the stores close, a winter ligh… opens air to iris blue, glint of frost through the smoke grains of mica, salt of the sidewa… As the buildings close, released a…

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

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