Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.
...

Reading physics in the Charger
at North Bondi; after a while
it gets hard to concentrate.
All that sunlight.

Clouds moving just fast enough
to be boring if you watch them,
totally different the next time you look.
All that wind.


...

Did you ever think
Of the metaphysical
aspects of sexuality.

We have to explore
to shed new light
on the mystical
and spiritual
expression of sexual love.


...

'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
...

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.


...

When the leaves grow up

Hear you
Wandering Spirit!

The tree is tree
Only when lives free
To feed the small leaves
Not when cut, or trimmed
Or turned to timber, log

...

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.


...

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.


...

Believe in the works of the truth and live in peace!

In the name of righteous morals;

All about life with the light of the truth!

Making the connection with righteous laws.
...