The cold remote islands And the blue estuaries Where what breathes, breathes The restless wind of the inlets, And what drinks, drinks

I came here, being stricken, stumb… At last from streets; the sun, dec… For days, the time being the last… The thickets not yet stark, but qu… With tiny colors, like some brush…

To me, one silly task is like anot… I bare the shambling tricks of lus… This flesh will never give a child… Song, like a wing, tears through m… And madness chooses out my voice a…

You have put your two hands upon m… You have said my name as a prayer. Here where trees are planted by th… I have watched your eyes, cleansed… And your lips, closed over all tha…

I burned my life, that I might fi… A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone… Ecstasy come to breath alone. I broke my life, to seek relief

We have struck the regions wherein… The wind breaks over us, And against high sharp angles almo… And these are of fear or grief. Like a ship, we have struck expect…

She has attained the permanence She dreamed of, where old stones l… Untended stalks blow over her Even and swift, like young men run… Always in the heart she loved

I’ve come to give you fruit from o… Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ma… Of every sort: Clear, streaked; red and russet; g…

The dark is thrown Back from the brightness, like hai… Cast over a shoulder. I am alone, Four years older;

Nothing was remembered, nothing fo… When we awoke, wagons were passing… The window-sills were wet from rai… Birds scattered and settled over c… As among grotesque trees.

My voice, not being proud Like a strong woman’s, that cries Imperiously aloud That death disarm her, lull her— Screams for no mourning color

Beautiful, my delight, Pass, as we pass the wave. Pass, as the mottled night Leaves what it cannot save, Scattering dark and bright.

It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darknes… Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected be

When beauty breaks and falls asund… I feel no grief for it, but wonder… When love, like a frail shell, lie… I keep no chip of it for token. I never had a man for friend

Men loved wholly beyond wisdom Have the staff without the banner. Like a fire in a dry thicket Rising within women’s eyes Is the love men must return.