The MistakeHe left his pants upon a chair:She was a widow, so she said:But he was apprehended, bare,By one who rose up from the dead.
Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.
The GeraniumWhen I put her out, once, by the garbage pail,She looked so limp and bedraggled,So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle,Or a wizened aster in late September,I brought her back in again...
(Dreams drain the spirit if we dream too long.)
The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
When true love broke my heart in half,I took the whiskey from the shelf,And told my neighbors when to laugh.I keep a dog, and bark myself.
I learn by going where I have to go
Be sure that whatever you are is you.
Self-contemplation is a curseThat makes an old confusion worse.
Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.
What grace I have is enough.
Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
I've recovered my tenderness by long looking;I'm a Socrates of small fury.The waves bends with the fish. I'm taughtAs water teaches stone. Believe me, extremest oriole,I can hear light on a dry day.Th...
Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.
I learned not to fear infinity,The far field, the windy cliffs of forever,The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,The wheel turning away from itself,The sprawl of the wave,The on-coming water...
My Papa's Waltz:The whiskey on your breathCould make a small boy dizzy;But I hung on like death:Such waltzing was not easy.We romped until the pansSlid from the kitchen shelf;My mother's countenanceCo...
May my silences become more accurate.