“Sun benches at the curb bespeakanother season, truncated poplarsthat having served for shadeserved also later for the fire.”

“so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.”

“It is difficultto get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lackof what is found there.”

“Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.”

“It is at the edge of the petal that love waits”

“You lethargic, waiting upon me,waiting for the fire and Iattendant upon you, shaken by your beautyShaken by your beauty Shaken.”

“We sit and talk,quietly, with long lapses of silenceand I am aware of the streamthat has no language, coursingbeneath the quiet heaven ofyour eyeswhich has no speech”