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

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,

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

Bricks of the wall, so much older than the house - taken I think from a farm pulled d… when the street was built - narrow bricks of another century.

Though the road turn at last to death’s ordinary door, and we knock there, ready to enter and it opens easily for us,

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…

It’s when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shu… the taint in our own selves, that… cracks the mind’s shell and enters… not to a flower, not to a dolphin,

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 Rav of Northern White Russia declined… in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did not interest hi…

What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall

To lie back under the tallest oldest trees. How far the stems rise, rise before ribs of shelter open!

O Eros, silently smiling one, hea… Let the shadow of thy wings brush me. Let thy presence enfold me, as if darkness