All others talked as if talk were a dance. Clodhopper I, with clumsy feet would break the gliding ring. Early I learned to

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

It’s when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shu… the taint in our own selves, that… cracks the mind’s shell and enters… not to a flower, not to a dolphin,

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

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,

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

We live our lives of human passion… cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a world devoid of our preoccupations, free

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

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,

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

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

Fully occupied with growing—that’s the amaryllis. Growing especially at night: it would take only a bit more patience than I’ve… to sit keeping watch with it till…

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

The moon is a sow and grunts in my throat Her great shining shines through m… so the mud of my hollow gleams and breaks in silver bubbles