What is green in me
darkens, muscadine.
If woman is inconstant,
good, I am faithful to
...
Those groans men use
passing a woman on the street
or on the steps of the subway
...
"I am a landscape," he said.
"a landscape and a person walking in that landscape.
There are daunting cliffs there,
And plains glad in their way
...
Elves are no smaller
than men, and walk
as men do, in this world,
but with more grace than most,
...
An absolute
patience.
Trees stand
up to their knees in
...
Something is very gently,
invisibly, silently,
pulling at me-a thread
or net of threads
...
Fully occupied with growing--that's
the amaryllis. Growing especially
at night: it would take
only a bit more patience than I've got
...
It's when we face for a moment
the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart:
...
I thought I was growing wings—
it was a cocoon.
I thought, now is the time to step
...