And I Walked, I Walked Through The

I Can Hear, Underground, That Sucking And Sobbing, In My Veins, In My Bones I Feel It,- The Small Water Seeping Upward, The Tight Grains Parting At Last. When Sprouts Break Out, Slippery As Fish, I Quail, Lean To Beginnings, Sheath-wet.

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into Songs.

I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Feel My Fate In What I Cannot Fear. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion