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We live in our own world , A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge.

I'm obviously not orthodox, I don't know how many real poets have ever been orthodox.

I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the brains grow.

The old men ask for more time; the young waste it. And the philosopher simply smiles, knowing there is none there.

It is too late to start For destinations not of the heart . I must stay here with my hurt.

Somewhere within sight of the tree of poetry that is eternity wearing the green leaves of time .

Art is recuperation from time. I lie back convalescing upon the prospect of a harvest already at hand.

To all light things
I compared her: to
a snowflake, a feather

Man is a dream about a shadow. But when some splendour falls upon him from God, a glory comes to him and his life is sweet.

The deep spaces between stars , Fathomless as the cold shadow His mind cast.

Seated at table -
no need for the fracture
of the room's silence; noiselessly
they conversed.

You have to imagine
a waiting that is not impatient
because it is timeless.

The darkness is the deepening shadow of your presence; the silence a process in the metabolism of the being of love .

In the silence that is his chosen medium of communication and telling others about it in words. Is there no way not to be the sport of reason ?

I turn now not to the Bible but to Wallace Stevens

I am alone on the surface of a turning planet.

There is always
laughter out of the speeding
vehicles for the man
who is still, half-way though he be
in a better direction.

There are cries in the dark at night
As owls answer the moon

The silence holds with its gloved hand the wild hawk of the mind.

Poetry is that / which arrives at the intellect / by way of the heart.

Imaginative truth is the most immediate way of presenting ultimate reality to a human being ... ultimate reality is what we call God.

The meaning is in the waiting,

Verse should be as natural As the small tuber that feeds on muck And grows slowly from obtuse soil To the white flower of immortal beauty

Is there a place here for the spirit ? Is there time on this brief platform for anything other than mind 's failure to explain itself?

To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky

I have nowhere to go. The swift satellites show The clock of my whole being is slow.