The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.

Reason? That dreary shed, that hutch for grubby schoolboys.

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.

Wake the happy words.

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.

I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.