14 September 2012
















1979
The pilot said to the sudden tree,
And annihilation: no, stop.
He'd thought of
Fluorescent light.
A consummation at a desk;
A continuance of one.
Breathe.  The future is never here.
The still tree must haste to kill.
No.  Stop.














1978

08 September 2012

1973
For instance an object,
The underside of a leaf in darkness,
Furnished with a voice;
This lamp-lit dailyness
Into signs translated:
The underside of a leaf,
Spear shape, shield, escutcheon,
And the solitude of one of many,
Ensymboled so
Is amazed in memory.

02 September 2012















1967
Contiguous with what is there
Is every's view
Who'd see what is to see.
Neath every vaulted roof
And innocent sky lies the measure
Of one's contiguity.