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

The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves shivering in the sun,

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…

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

A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my

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…

The tree of knowledge was the tree… That’s why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That fruit was meant to be dried and milled t… for use a pinch at a time, a condi…

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…

Not the moon. A flower on the other side of the water. The water sweeps past in flood, dragging a whole tree by the hair, a barn, a bridge. The flower

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

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

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,

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