I Got Lost In The Night, Without

Everything Is Ceremony In The Wild Garden Of Childhood.

Writing Poetry, We Live Among The Wild Beasts, And When We Touch A Man, The Stuff Of Someone In Whom We Believed, And He Goes To Pieces Like A Rotten Pie, You... Gather Together Whatever Can Be Salvaged, While I Cup My Hands Around The Live Coal Of Life.

What Did The Earth Teach The Trees? How To Speak To The Sky.

I Want To Do To You What Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

Pale Blind Diver, Luckless Slinger, Lost Discoverer, In You Everything Sank!