We sit and talk,quietly, with long lapses of silenceand I am aware of the streamthat has no language, coursingbeneath the quiet heaven ofyour eyeswhich has no speech
You lethargic, waiting upon me,waiting for the fire and Iattendant upon you, shaken by your beautyShaken by your beauty Shaken.
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.
so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.
beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.
The business of love is cruelty which,by our wills, we transform to live together.
For the beginning is assuredlythe end- since we know nothing, pureand simple, beyondour own complexities.
I think all writing is a disease. You can’t stop it.
All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.
What power has love but forgiveness?In other wordsby its interventionwhat has been donecan be undone.What good is it otherwise?
Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.
A man is indeed a city, and for the poet there are no ideas but in things.
Their story, yours, mine – it’s what we all carry with us on this trip we take, and we owe it to each other to respect our stories and learn from them.
The HurricaneThe tree lay downon the garage roof and stretched, You have your heaven, it said, go to it.
Hold back the edges of your gown, Ladies, we are going through hell.
Remorse is a virtue in that it is a stirrer up of the emotions but it is a folly to accept it is a criticism of conduct.
But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’ll be mushrooms, fairy-ring mushrooms in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.
We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.
unsignificantlyoff the coastthere wasa splash quite unnoticedthis was Icarus drowning
What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.
What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.
What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.