(i Measure Time By How A Body

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

Death Was Not. I Lived In A Simple Drowse:hands And Hair Moved Through A Dream Of Wakening Blossoms.rain Sweetened The Cave And The Dove Still Called;the Flowers Leaned On Themselves, The Flowers In Hollows;and Love, Love Sang Toward.

Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His Look Drained The Stones.

The Fields Stretch Out In Long Unbroken Rows. We Walk Aware Of What Is Far And Close. Here Distance Is Familiar As A Friend. The Feud We Kept With Space Comes To An End.