The first fish/ I ever caught/ would not lie down/ quiet in the pail/ but flailed and sucked/ at the burning/ amazement of the air/ and died/ in the slow pouring off/ of rainbows. Later/ I opened his body and separated/ the flesh from the bones/ and ...

Blue and dark-bluerose and deepest rosewhite and pink they are everywhere in the diligent cornfield rising and swaying in their reliablefinery in the littlefling of their bodies their gear and tackle all caught up in the corn...

It's easy to invent a Life —/ God does it — every Day —/ Creation — but the Gambol/ Of His Authority —// It's easy to efface it —/ The thrifty Deity/ Could scare afford Eternity/ To Spontaneity —// The Perished Patterns murmur —/ But ...

Each Life Converges to some Centre —/ Expressed — or still —/ Exists in every Human Nature/ A Goal —// Embodied scarcely to itself — it may be —/ Too fair/ For Credibility's presumption/ To mar —// Adored with caution — as a Brittle H...