Into my heart a sure desire enters
that the slanderer can't ever destroy, nor the fingernail
of the slanderer, so long as against his evil speech I arm

You talk about the Soo Locks 
and how you love to watch the water 
go up and down, and the boats, 

“We have always been here,” you tell me.
There we were. I am in a cafe
in New York in early spring.

I have a trigger for you, a bus stop, a way out.

nothing sufficient has yet been said about stone

the revolution needs a bigger space
so that the same tragedy cannot repeat itself

What shall we say to our sister?
Say that we have found a way to ground the sun,
say that we will come back over the rim of the world

to
clean
over:T

It was no more than the description of a burst of rain 
and handkerchiefs of lightning which burned the secret of trees— 
then why did they resist her?

When you were a little girl you lived on a street that went up a hill and down it again, which gave you from the be- ginning a sense of purpose, a glandular sympathy with the ebb and flow of all life. You weren’t easily fooled, even as a child of seven you looked at the butcher with grave