Why Do Trees Conceal The Splendor Of

Without Doubt I Praise The Wild Excellence.

To Love Is To Tilt With The Lightning, Two Bodies Routed By A Single Honey's Sweet.

The Typewriter Separated Me From A Deeper Intimacy With Poetry, And My Hand Brought Me Closer To That Intimacy Again.

In Love, You Have Loosened Yourself Like Seawater

For Now I Ask No More Than The Justice Of Eating.