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

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…

When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abund… whispers. My presence made them

Rose Red’s hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she pre… supper of honey and apples, curds… for the bear, and leaves it ready on the hearth-stone.

High, hollowed in green above the rocks of reason lies the crater lake whose ice the dreamer breaks to find a summer season.

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…

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

Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don’t know the

I like to find what’s not found at once, but lies within something of another nature… in repose, distinct.

The red eyes of rabbits aren’t sad. No one passes the sad golden village in a barge any more. The sunset will leave it alone. If the

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

A night that cuts between you and… and you and you and you and me: jostles us apart, a man el… through a crowd. We won’t look for each other, either–

At sixteen I believed the moonlig… could change me if it would.           I moved my hea… on the pillow, even moved my bed as the moon slowly