The seed-at-zero shall not stormThat town of ghosts， the trodden womb，With her rampart to his tapping，No god-in-hero tumble downLike a tower on the to...
Then was my neophyte，Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks，Ducked in the twelve， disciple seasThe winder of the water-clocksCa...
（for Llewelyn）This side of the truth，You may not see， my son，King of your blue eyesIn the blinding country of youth，That all is undone，Under the unmin...
To-day， this insect， and the world I breathe，Now that my symbols have outelbowed space，Time at the city spectacles， and halfThe dear， daft time I take...
Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.（Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.）In the groin of the natural doorway I cro...
Was there a time when dancers with their fiddlesIn children's circuses could stay their troubles？There was a time they could cry over books，But ti...
When all my five and country senses see，The fingers will forget green thumbs and markHow， through the halfmoon's vegetable eye，Husk of young stars...
When once the twilight locks no longerLocked in the long worm of my fingerNor damned the sea that sped about my fist，The mouth of time sucked， like a ...
When， like a running grave， time tracks you down，Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs，Love in her gear is slowly through the house，Up naked sta...
Where once the waters of your faceSpun to my screws， your dry ghost blows，The dead turns up its eye；Where once the mermen through your icePushed up th...