Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His

To Follow The Drops Sliding From A Lifting Oar, Head Up, While The Rower Breathes, And The Small Boat Drifts Quietly Shoreward.

What Is Desire?-- The Impulse To Make Someone Else Complete? That Woman Would Set Sodden Straw On Fire.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.