My colors never found
In rummage-sale sunsets,
My face could never
Turn a ship to home;
...
Buddha dreamt
A long night was in the waking:
He rose early as humbled saints
Counted beaded desires.
...
Halls of weeping stone,
Tears of clammy rock,
Mute faces bearing wounds
And moon-rise, like a clock.
...
Strange worlds whisper
From haunted pictures,
And gilt-bound books
Make us take a look.
...
Oh cellar-door;
Such raised beauty rarely spoken;
You are the praise
That holds our gaze.
...
Time is the ziggurat that collapses,
When all the people have come in to pray;
And I worshiped at the base
And I honored all your faces,
...
This chain letter knows your address
This chain letter knows how many friends you have
If you do not immediately forward this letter
To all 128 of your friends, something bad may happen
...
Lover lie still-
your wheels are turning;
things are churning
up from the past;
...
The world was crushed flat,
Against the breadth of a storm
That circled round the trees,
And took things airborne.
...
Hurry scurry, wrinkle your nose,
Harem scarem, wiggle your toes;
For each thing's connected to every other-
The Earth is everyone's old grandmother.
...