«Talk is hushed. I tread the boards. / Leaning on the post of the door, / Distantly I catch the stir / Of what’s happening in this age. Darkly night admonishes / With a thousand lenses trained. / Abba Father, if Thou wouldst, / Bear this chalice past my lips. I adore Thy strict design...»
«What tune is it? It’s dark. Getting on to three. / Again, apparently, I’m not to close my eyes. / The village herdsman will crack his whip at dawn. / Cold air will blow in at the window Which overlooks the yard. / And I’m alone. / Not true. With all / The penetrating wave of your w...»
«Extinct volcanoes brood in silence. / Ash scatters down into their keep. / Reposing from their evil deeds, / the giants now are sunk in sleep. A growing chill pervades their realm. / Their shoulders hunch under the strain. / But, as before, their sinful visions / come haunting them at n...»
«The grass is deep and damp / when you step off the porch. / I’m holding another’s son, / the image of his father. I hold him clumsily / and high, and say: “Look there! / Do you see the boat / that is all blue inside! “We’ll open my table drawer, / and take some nuts and can...»