I taste a liquor never brewed

I taste a liquor never brewed –From Tankards scooped in Pearl –Not all the Vats upon the RhineYield such an Alcohol!Inebriate of Air — am I –And Debauchee of Dew –Reeling — thro endless summer days –From inns of Molten Blue...

The Fountain

Don’t say, don’t say there is no waterto solace the dryness at our hearts.I have seenthe fountain springing out of the rock walland you drinking there. And I toobefore your eyesfound footholds and climbedto drink the cool water.The woman of that place,...

Variation On A Theme By Rilke

(The Book of Hours, Book I, Poem 1, Stanza 1)A certain day became a presence to me;there it was, confronting me — a sky, air, light:a being. And before it started to descendfrom the height of noon, it leaned overand struck my shoulder as if withthe flat of a...

Thirst

Another morning and I wake with thirstfor the goodness I do not have. I walkout to the pond and all the way God hasgiven us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord,I was never a quick scholar but sulkedand hunched over my books past thehour and the bell; grant me, in...

The Work of Happiness

I thought of happiness, how it is wovenOut of the silence in the empty house each dayAnd how it is not sudden and it is not givenBut is creation itself like the growth of a tree.No one has seen it happen, but inside the barkAnother circle is growing in the expanding...

Morning Poem

Every morningthe worldis created.Under the orangesticks of the sunthe heapedashes of the nightturn into leaves againand fasten themselves to the high branches –and the ponds appearlike black clothon which are painted islandsof summer lilies.If it is your...