«I’ll be late to our fixed / Appointment. Having stopped spring / In time, into the bargain — I’ll be grey. / You’ve fixated too much on this! I’ll walk for years — and never falter / In my Ophelia’s taste for bitter rue! / I’ll walk through hills — and hayricks, / I’...»
«God 1 Face without aspect. / Serenity. — Charm. / All who share flesh / In you are rehearsed. Like fallen leaves, / Like loose gravel. / All who make outcry / In you are silenced. Rime grown over rust — / Over blood — over steel. / All who lie facedown / In you are risen.»
«God 2 Beggars’ and doves’ / Lonely run of scales. / These would be your / Clothes laid out over / A run of trees? Groves’, copses’. / Books and temples / Returned to us — you rise up. / Like a secret escort / Pine forests rush by: / — We hurry! — And won’t let yo...»
«God 3 O, there’s no fastening him / To your symbols and cares! / He slips through the least chink, / Like the sveltest gymnast... By drawbridges and / Migratory flocks, / By telegraph poles / God — escapes us. O, there’s no schooling him / To stay and accept fate! / In the ...»