South of my days’ circle, part of… rises that tableland, high delicat… of bony slopes wincing under the w… low trees, blue—leaved and olive,… clean, lean, hungry country. The c…

All things conspire to hold me fro… even my love, since that would mask you and unna… till merely woman and man we live. All men wear arms against the rebe…

You who were darkness warmed my fl… where out of darkness rose the see… Then all a world I made in me; all the world you hear and see hung upon my dreaming blood.

Glassed with cold sleep and dazzle… out of the confused hammering dark… I looked and saw under the moon’s… your delicate dry breasts, country… and the small trees on their uncol…

Having known war and peace and loss and finding, I drink my coffee and wait for the sun to rise, With kitchen swept, cat fed,

When I was a child I saw a burning bird in a tree. I see became I am, I am became I see. In winter dawns of frost

So here, twisted in steel, and spo… your sunlight hide, smelling of de… they crushed out your throat the t… you sang in the dark ranges. With… you mourned him! - the drinker of…

The moon drained white by day lifts from the hill where the old pear-tree fallen in… springs up in blossom still. Women believe in the moon:

If the year is meditating a suitab… I should like it to be the attitud… of my great—great—grandmother, legendary devotee of the arts, who having eight children

The eyeless labourer in the night, the selfless, shapeless seed I hol… builds for its resurrection day— silent and swift and deep from sig… foresees the unimagined light.

The day was clear as fire, the birds sang frail as glass, when thirsty I came to the creek and fell by its side in the grass. My breast on the bright moss

The song is gone; the dance is secret with the dancers in the… the ritual useless, and the tribal… lost in an alien tale. Only the grass stands up

The blacksmith’s boy went out with… and a black dog running behind. Cobwebs snatched at his feet, rivers hindered him, thorn branches caught at his eyes…