“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.”

“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.”

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

“I shall talk to you through trees, through the arms of dancers, through sweet words uttered by many lovers.The arms of dancers round you shall be my arms.The eyes of men admiring you shall be my eyes.I have many arms, many eyes.It is that, loving you, I have become many lovers.”

“I can no more hear Love’sVoice.”

“Sir, there’s a tower of fire in meBinding me with terrible strength The whole of my mortal lengthAnd splitting brave the skull’s emperyIn a rush of dauntless energy To reach the most luminous etherI am the mortal grounding of a towerImminent with immortality.”

“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.”