Hypocrite women, how seldom we spe… of our own doubts, while dubiously we mother man in his doubt! And if at Mill Valley perched in… the sweet rain drifting through we…

iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor’s chimney casts on the…

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

"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…

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…

Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance,

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

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

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…

This wild night, gathering the was…       &n bsp;   animal vines t…            slapping my face lightl…            in the gesticulations o… I recall out of my joy a night of…

Delivered out of raw continual pai… smell of darkness, groans of those… to whom he was chained— unchained, and led past the sleepers,

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

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