Slowly the ivy on the stones Becomes the stones. Women become The cities, children become the fields And men in waves become the sea.

Behold The approach of him whom none believes, Whom all believe that all believe, A pagan in a varnished car.

The sea returns upon the men, The fields entrap the children, brick Is a weed and all the flies are caught, Wingless and withered, but living alive. The discor…

And the color, the overcast blue Of the air, in which the blue guitar Is a form, described but difficult, And I am merely a shadow hunched Above the arrowy, st…

'Where the eagle glides ascending / There's an ancient river bending / Through the timeless gorge of changes / Where sleeplessness awaits' - ''Thrasher' (Rust …

In time the savage bull sustains the yoke, In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure, In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak, In time the flint is pier…

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.