A Postscript for Marianne Moo… No one exactly knows Exactly how clouds look in the sky Or the shape of the mountains belo… Or the direction in which fish swi…

Any fool can get into an ocean But it takes a Goddess To get out of one. What’s true of oceans is true, of… Of labyrinths and poems. When you…

The trouble with comparing a poet with a radio is that radios don’€™t develop scar-tissue. The tubes burn out, or with a transistor, which most souls are, the battery or diagram burns o...

Hush now baby don’t say a word Mama’s going to buy you a mocking… The third Joyful mystery. The joy that descends on you when…

Imagine Lucifer An angel without angelness An apple Plucked clear by will of taste, co… Strength, beauty, roundness, seed

When he first brought his music in… He was absurdly confident. Even o… shapeless fires And the jukebox groaning of the da… Some of them would hear him. In t…

Rest and look at this goddamned wh… It is. Dogs and crocodiles, sunla… For their significance. For their significant. For being… The signs escape you. You, who ar…

Listen, you silk-hearted bastard, I said in the bar last night, You wear those dream clothes Like a swan out of water. Listen, you wool-feathered bastard…

Plague took us and the land from u… Rose like a boil, enclosing us wit… We waited and the blue skies writh… Becoming black with death. Plague took us and the chairs from…

ZEUS: It is to be assumed that I do not exist while most people in the vision assume that I do exist. This is to be one of the extents of meaning between the players and the audience. I...

Coming at an end, the lovers Are exhausted like two swimmers.… Did it end? There is no telling.… Like an ocean with the dizzy proce… From which two can emerge exhauste…

Your joke Is like a lake That lies there without any though… And sees Dead seas

A dead starfish on a beach He has five branches Representing the five senses Representing the jokes we did not… Call the earth flat

What can I say to you, darling, When you ask me for help? I do not even know the future Or even what poetry We are going to write.

A Translation for Robert Jone… A diamond Is there At the heart of the moon or the br… And there is nothing in the univer…