#English #Women
Since I stroll in the woods more… than on this frequented path, it’s… trees I observe; but among fellow… what I like best is to see an old… fishing alone at the end of a jett…
Genial poets, pink-faced earnest wits— you have given the world some choice morsels, gobbets of language presented
The authentic! Shadows of it sweep past in dreams, one could sa… evoking the almost-silent ripping apart of giant sheets of cellophane. No.
A certain day became a presence to… there it was, confronting me—a sky… a being. And before it started to… from the height of noon, it leaned… and struck my shoulder as if with
The Rav of Northern White Russia declined… in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did not interest hi…
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,
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…
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…
Green Snake, when I hung you roun… and stroked your cold, pulsing thr… as you hissed to me, glinting arrowy gold scales, and I felt the weight of you on my shoulders,
A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my
"The World is not something to look at, it is something to be in.… Mark Rudman I look and look. Looking’s a way of being: one beco…
To lie back under the tallest oldest trees. How far the stems rise, rise before ribs of shelter open!
The flowerlike animal perfume in the god’s curly hair— don’t assume
Brown gas-fog, white beneath the street lamps. Cut off on three sides, all space… with our bodies. Bodies that stumble
iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor’s chimney casts on the…