"My secrets cry aloud. I have no need for tongue. My heart keeps open house, My doors are widely swung. An epic of the…"

"My truths are all foreknown, This anguish self-revealed. I’m naked to the bone, With nakedness my shield."

"The light comes brighter from the east; the caw Of restive crows is sharper on the ear."

"And soon a branch, part of a hidden scene, The leafy mind, that long was tightly furled, Will turn its private substa…"

"He loops in crazy figures half the night Among the trees that face the corner light. But when he brushes up against a…"

"This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks, Cut stems struggling to put down feet, What saint strained so much, R…"

"Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch"

"Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath."

"I always felt mean, jogging back over the logging road, As if I had broken the natural order of things in that swampl…"

"You must believe: a poem is a holy thing — a good poem, that is."