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“Adam, where are you?”   ; God’s hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam’s inattention, his confused attention to everythi…
Brilliant, this day ' a young vi… 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 night that cuts between you and… and you and you and you and me: jostles us apart, a man el… through a crowd. & nbsp;… &nbs p;  …
Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance,
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
An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog
Genial poets, pink-faced earnest wits’ you have given the world some choice morsels, gobbets of language presented
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
Among the blight-killed eucalypts,… trees and bushes rusted by Christm… the yards and hillsides exhausted… certain airy white blossoms punctu… reappeared, and dense clusters of…
The clouds as I see them, rising urgently, roseate in the mounting of somber power surging in evening haste over roofs and hermetic
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—
Innocent decision: to enjoy. And the pathos of hopefulness, of his solicitude: —he in mended serape, she having plaited carefully
U.S. BURIED IRAQI SOL… ‘What you saw was a bunch of trenches with arms sticking out.’ ‘Plows mounted on
Delivered out of raw continual pai… smell of darkness, groans of those… to whom he was chained— unchained, and led past the sleepers,
There’s in my mind a woman of innocence, unadorned but fair-featured and smelling of apples or grass. She wears a utopian smock or shift, her hair