Walk boldly my sister but do not deign to give. Remain secure from pain preserve thy hate thy heart. -- "To My Sister"
Sometimes the blood is privileged to guess The things the eye or hand cannot possess. -- "The Signals"
I hate my epidermal dress, The savage blood's obscenity, The rags of my anatomy, And willingly would I dispense With false accouterments of sense, To sleep immodestly, a most Incarnadine and carnal ghost. -- "Epidermal Macabre"
This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks, Cut stems struggling to put down feet, What saint strained so much, Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life? I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing, In my veins, in my bones I feel it, -- The small waters seeping upward, The tight grains parting at last. When sprouts break out, Slippery as fish, I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath-wet. -- "Cuttings (later)"
Kiss me, kiss me quick, mistress of lost wisdom, Come out of a cloud, angel with several faces, Bring me my hat, my umbrella and rubbers, Enshroud me with Light! O Whirling! O Terrible Love! -- "Last Words"
Such music in a skin! A bird sings in the bush of your bones. -- "Give Way, Ye Gates"
I'll seek my own meekness. What grace I have is enough. The lost have their own pace. The stalks ask something else. What the grave says, The nest denies. In their harsh thickets The dead thrash. They help. -- "Unfold! Unfold!"
The body and the soul know how to play In that dark world where gods have lost their way. -- "Four for Sir John Davies"
Ghost cries out to ghost -- But who's afraid of that? I fear those shadows most That start from my own feet. -- "The Surly One"
The moon draws back its waters from the shore. By the lake's edge, I see a silver swan, And she is what I would. In this light air, Lost opposites bend down -- Sing of that nothing of which all is made, Or listen into silence, like a god. -- "The Swan"
I saw a young snake glide Out of the mottled shade And hang, limp on a stone: A thin mouth, and a tongue Stayed, in the still air. It turned; it drew away; Its shadow bent in half; It quickened, and was gone. I felt my slow blood warm. I longed to be that thing, The pure, sensuous form. And I may be, some time. -- "Snake"
Who would know the dawn When there's a dazzling dark behind the sun? -- "The Dying Man"
The edges of the summit still appall When we brood on the dead or the beloved; Nor can imagination do it all In this last place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things. -- "The Dying Man"
By swoops of bird, by leaps of fish, I live. My shadow steadies in a shifting stream; I live in the air; the long light is my home; I dare caress the stones, the field my friend; A light wind rises: I become the wind. -- "Her Becoming"
How comprehensive that felicity!... A body with the motion of a soul. What dream's enough to breathe in? A dark dream. The rose exceeds, the rose exceeds us all. Who'd think the moon could pare itself so thin? A great flame rises from the sunless sea; The light cries out, and I am there to hear -- -- "The Longing"
I, who came back from the depths laughing too loudly, Become another thing; My eyes extend beyond the farthest bloom of the waves; I lose and find myself in the long water; I am gathered together once more; I embrace the world. -- "The Long Waters"
Is the body but a motion in a shoe? -- "The Tranced"
What's madness but nobility of soul At odds with circumstance? -- "In a Dark Time"
A dark theme keeps me here, Though summer blazes in the vireo's eye. Who would be half possessed By his own nakedness? Waking's my care -- I'll make a broken music, or I'll die. -- "In Evening Air"
I feel the autumn fail -- all that slow fire Denied in me, who has denied desire. -- "The Sequel"