“Where are there square bubbles?”

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

“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.”

“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!)—”

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