“there where her night beginsthere be her goldest rosest rosethat in her deep wisdom knowsboygrace will knight her Rose”

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

“But since Christ is not easy(You must hunt him first amongThe white shadows of black birds With a mask upon your shoulderAnd a rose upon your eyes!)—”

“Where are there square bubbles?”

“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.”

“To,speak,of,the,interior,of,light,Requires,speaker,broken,by,light.”

“First, a poem must be magical,then musical as a sea-gull.”