“in blue wihout when blues dream bearsthe only living girls are goldquickly the living boys will bring them starsand stars will sing them bellsin bells without when bells dream bloomsthe only living boys are bravequickly the living girls will bring them doomsand dooms will praise their love”

“A matter of physics—Length and Tension—How does the performer make it sing above the laws of sound?”

“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.”

“A radio made of seawaterWill have mermaids for music: Who when me they will kissAll my senses will greet.”

“When,Nothing,is,so,well,said,Or,so,well,done,It,betrays,itself,and,becomes,Something:As,apples,by,Cézanne,or,just,Lines,by,Modrian.”

“Be beautiful, noble, like the antique ant,Who bore the storms as he bore the sun, Wearing neither gown nor helmet, Though he was archbishop and soldier:Wore only his own flesh....Trace the tracelessness of the ant,Every ant has reached this perfection.As he comes, so he goes,Flowing as water flows,Essential but secret like a rose.”

“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.”