My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

Love drips & gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores..." -Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.

Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday

The best poem is that whose worked-upon unmagical passages come closest, in texture and intensity, to those moments of magical accident.

And time cast forth my mortal creature To drift or drown upon the seas Acquainted with the salt adventure Of tides that never touch the shores. - I who was rich was made the richer By sipping at the the vine of days.