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“The life of comparison is deadly. One is always more than or less than and it is based upon a brief proof which tends to be seen as emotional but is in fact bereft of emotion. Comparison is so subtle a force it exposes itself in the guise of emotion to protect its own cunning from being seen as the judgmental emphasis it is.”
― My Secret Boat: A Notebook of Prose and Poems
― My Secret Boat: A Notebook of Prose and Poems
“I can’t stop writing you. You, the pleasure which exiled me for awhile.
You of the whom dream, the bell swinging with echoes of two or three
notes as if from another bird, before the major echoes from the same
voice. I did not intentionally walk shores of light. I said my heart
is sick because it is not full …”
― Fictions from the Self
You of the whom dream, the bell swinging with echoes of two or three
notes as if from another bird, before the major echoes from the same
voice. I did not intentionally walk shores of light. I said my heart
is sick because it is not full …”
― Fictions from the Self
“Sometimes it gets lonely here,
the sea water collapses
out beyond the horizon
like the dream I thought
I understood, only to find
waking harder than the dream’s horizon.”
― Fictions from the Self
the sea water collapses
out beyond the horizon
like the dream I thought
I understood, only to find
waking harder than the dream’s horizon.”
― Fictions from the Self
“I will still feel some importance in altering the room,
because there you were, the pastiche of some lovely
distant star as I surrounded only my small self,
still alive.”
― Envelope of Night: Selected and Uncollected Poems, 1966-1990
because there you were, the pastiche of some lovely
distant star as I surrounded only my small self,
still alive.”
― Envelope of Night: Selected and Uncollected Poems, 1966-1990
“— I don’t know how else
to describe it.
I am afraid to say:
‘I believe in the dream per se.’
Just as it is,
just as it was,
just as when I am empty of night
when I haven’t dreamt.”
―
to describe it.
I am afraid to say:
‘I believe in the dream per se.’
Just as it is,
just as it was,
just as when I am empty of night
when I haven’t dreamt.”
―
“I open the windows and let night enter the house,
From far off white loneliness settles upon the white page.
I am convinced it is an act against white loneliness to say so.
from “The Man I Heard Of”
― Fictions from the Self
From far off white loneliness settles upon the white page.
I am convinced it is an act against white loneliness to say so.
from “The Man I Heard Of”
― Fictions from the Self
“Think of the letters
which have placed you
nowhere, have
given you something lonely,
and the restraint
of all anger
at loneliness.”
― Ruby for Grief
which have placed you
nowhere, have
given you something lonely,
and the restraint
of all anger
at loneliness.”
― Ruby for Grief
“There, by that water which is also
beyond, two black wings turn in their mirror,
the mirror the tree makes above them, and then
break with the incomplete torture of the shade
descending.”
― In a White Light
beyond, two black wings turn in their mirror,
the mirror the tree makes above them, and then
break with the incomplete torture of the shade
descending.”
― In a White Light
“oh candlelight upon your face,
oh sad shadow of screen across your breast,
oh love of life in my shadow—
these, and the winter nights beside you,
I remember and forget.”
― Fictions from the Self
oh sad shadow of screen across your breast,
oh love of life in my shadow—
these, and the winter nights beside you,
I remember and forget.”
― Fictions from the Self
