“I can no more hear Love’sVoice.”

“If,wisdom,can,not,count,The,petals,of,a,snake,Yet,wisdom,can,Its,backbone,break.”

“Not,speech,that,has,fire,But,Fire,that,can,speak—Genius.”

“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?”

“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.”

“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.”