For us like any other fugitive,
Like the numberless flowers that c
And all the beasts that need not r
It is today in which we live.
So many try to say Not Now,

Our hunting fathers told the story
Of the sadness of the creatures,
Pitied the limits and the lack
Set in their finished features;
Saw in the lion’s intolerant look,

Nobody I know would like to be bu
with a silver cocktail-shaker,
a transistor radio and a strangled
daily help, or keep his word becau
of a great-great-grandmother who g

So from the years the gifts were s
Ran off with his at once into his
Bee took the politics that make a
Fish swam as fish, peach settled i
And were successful at the first e

Time can say nothing but I told y
Time only knows the price we have
If I could tell you, I would let
If we should weep when clowns put
If we should stumble when musician

First Things First
Woken, I lay in the arms of my ow
To a storm enjoying its storminess
Till my ear, as it can when half-a
Set to work to unscramble that int

He disappeared in the dead of wint
The brooks were frozen, the airpor
And snow disfigured the public sta
The mercury sank in the mouth of t
What instruments we have agree

My dear one is mine as mirrors are
As the poor and sad are real to th
And the high green hill sits alway
Up jumped the Black Man behind th
Turned a somersault and ran away w

Now through night’s caressing grip
Earth and all her oceans slip,
Capes of China slide away
From her fingers into day
And th’Americas incline

Our earth in 1969
Is not the planet I call mine,
The world, I mean, that gives me
To hold off chaos at arm’s length.
My Eden landscapes and their clim