Status Updates From The Collected Earlier Poems

Better than flowers
is a view of yourself
my darling

the flower grows
the rose of it nearly all lost
a darkness of dawning purple
paints a deeper afternoon

From : The Sea

The blazing secrecy of noon is undone
and and and
the broken sand is the sound of love-

The flesh is firm that turns in the sea
o la la
the sea that is cold 'With dead men's tears-

Primrose

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow!
It is not a color.
It is summer!
It is the wind on a willow,
the lap of waves, the shadow
under a bush, a bird, a bluebird,
three herons, a dead hawk
rotting on a pole-
Clear yellow!

time is a green orchid

Observe
the jasmine lightness
of the moon.

The Shadow

Soft as the bed In the earth
where a stone has lain so
soft, so smooth and so cool
Spring closes me in
with her arms and her hands.

Rich as the smell
of new earth on a stone
that has lain breathing
the damp through Its poresSprIng
closes me in
with her blossomy hair
brings dark to my eyes.