Enormous globe of fire, pearl of the eternal fuel of Life, you rise and shatter the black glass, omnipotent presence of twilight; you...

Time, O, Time, immortal darkness out of whose wet folds hath sprung the miracle of the Soul to bring Dawn to the Universe— Time, O, Time,...

I have not the strength, nor the audacity to allow this, such pain to shrink and die, let the Soul to emerge, battle-hardened and broken...

Claude, he wrote of you such as I can’t—not like this, for I’m no wordless brilliant. His last line rings out into the silence that has...

I have dreams of the wilderness. I do. My arms sprout branches, twigs emerge from these: my body begins to embody the rich eternity of...

Twisted by a slow and cyclical Life in the shadow of Time, it climbs high as it may, stretching forth,—impossible—its very leaves...

There is not much to say. Here are trees, sky, dancing for the eye, forever singing praise of what, I do not know, though I, in all I am,...

Still, I tarry by the caking Gate, skulking like a leper, proud in mists. Still, I scold, I silence; yet I crave all the while for...

Aye, hoist me sere-eyed and sputtering from the depths of a wise oblivion as a revenant into the world again, because I shall never truly...

Thou hast exalted my thoughts to the rank, the station of dreams, in whose apparent wilderness, having discerned such remarkable patterns...