“Between one and oneBetween integer and integerIs itself’s nothingThe abstract zero.Between I and I Between self and selfIs itself’s everythingThe abstract HeroThat self may equate to Or keep ever as two.”

“A,bee,flying,to,the,end,of,the,world,To,find,one,flower,wherein,to,lie,curled,Is,a,Fiction,is,a,lie,That,will,keep,God,in,the,sky.”

“The way my ideas think meIs the way I unthink God.As in the name of heaven I make hellThat is the way the Lord says me.And all is adventure and dangerAnd I roll Him off cliffs and mountains But fast as I am to push Him offFast am I to reach Him below.And it may be then His turn to push me off,I wait breathless for that terrible second:And if He push me not, I turn around in anger:“O art thou the God I would have!”Then He pushes me and I plunge down, down!And when He comes to help me upI put my arms around Him, saying, “Brother,Brother.” . . . This is the way we are.”

“The,purpose,of,a,match?”“To,start,a,fire,with.”No.“To,store,up,fire,And,to,keep,it,cool.”

“Observe me, I do not speak.But I am very quickAnd already I have spoken.Observe me as now I speak.But I am very quickAnd already I have unspoken.”

“Have I sung?Have I become soft, beautiful?”

“I,it,was,that,saw,God,dancing,on,phosphorescent,toes,Among,the,strawberries.It,could,have,been,moonlight,or,Daylight—or,no,light,at,all.His,feet,cast,light,on,all.On,phosphorescent,feet,On,phosphorescent,feet,He,danced,And,His,eyes,were,closed:He,made,the,strawberries,tremble!Yet,He,hurt,not,the,little,one,But,gave,them,ripeness,all.”