I’d like to be under the sea In an octopus’s garden in the shade He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been In his octopus’s garden in the shade . . .   We would […]

    I have hidden inside a sea shell but forgotten in which. . . . How often I’ve gone straight up to one of them, saying: That’s me. Only, when I prised it open […]

      Christ is risen from the dead, Trampling down death by death, And on those in the tombs Bestowing life.   Paschal troparion Eastern Orthodox Church  

      The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and pink roses against it Soundlessly collateral and incompatible: [The] World is suddener than we fancy it.   “Snow” Louis […]

    This present moment, exquisitely poised, had not yet given in to the scramble of time but seemed to hold itself back from moving on . . .   [Now] time is coasting forward, […]

    I’d like to know what kind of owl he is. . . . I want to hear again the noise he made, was it a screech, or a staccato huhuhu followed by a […]

  Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though [you] must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. . . .   If they be two, they […]

    [F]ar above these heavens, which here we see, Be others far exceeding these in light, Not bounded, not corrupt, as these same be, But infinite in largeness and in height, Unmoving, uncorrupt, and […]

      It is [a] moonlit night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfinished.   “The […]

      [Is] it light? [Is] it light within? [Is] it light within light? Stillness becoming alive, Yet still?   “The Lost Son” Theodore Roethke  

        A lineage of shapes Fretted by chance, whose regularities Are all statistical, like Brownian motion, Whose fine configurations Turn out to be the same at every scale.   “In Praise of […]

        In ancient Roman myth, Janus is the god of beginnings and endings. Because he looks toward both the future and the past, he is shown as having two faces. The month […]

    All days are sacred days to wake New gladness in the sunny air. Only a night from old to new; Only a sleep from night to morn. The new is but the old […]

      Faster and faster it rolled . . . head over heels, one complete somersault after another like a bagel and strangely happy with [it]self.   “The Bagel” David Ignatow  

      A flower of waves blossoms in the distance and ripples shoreward as though a breeze had quickened the sea and set it blooming.   “Four Poems: #3” Lady Ise  

          It takes a sky-blue juggler with [six] red balls To shake our gravity up.   “The Juggler” Richard Wilbur  

    All, that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw . . . Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue . . . [It] has opened its soul […]

              Cows are among the gentlest of breathing creatures; . . . I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for the[m].   Confessions of an English Opium-Eater, […]

          We fray into the future, rarely wrought Save in the tapestries of afterthought. More time, more time. Barrages of applause Come muffled from a buried radio. The Newyear bells are […]