To follow the drops sliding from a lifting oar, Head up, while the rower breathes, and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward.

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.

What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.

The soul has many motions, body one.

The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.

Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.

All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.