I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.

I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Feel My Fate In What I Cannot Fear. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.

I Can't Go On Flying Apart Just For Those Who Want The Benefit Of A Few Verbal Kicks. My God, Do You Know What Poems Like That Cost? They're Not Written Vicariously: They Come Out Of Actual Suffering, Real Madness.