Moon in a Window

From dreams—
I don't know where—
I rose naked and white
and found you there, reclining, cold
and bright.

Meeting a Thrush

Nightfall
starts here—a tree's
empty hollow, a bird
with sharp eyes for its ribboned nest
of straw.

The Leonids

What blaze
do they run from?
No glow reddens the sky,
no smoke—yet the stars bound like deer
tonight.

Cremations, at Benares

The fires
that never cease—
the length of the Ganges,
with one end on the moon, one on
the sun.

Night Hours

Alone,
the night hours pass
so slowly: a ship's horn
on the sea, and nearer—the wind,
the moon.

History

So on
history moves,
we that measureless part,
like rainwater in the river
it fills.

Seascape

A wind
comes up across
the headlands from the sea;
I'll sit there now and watch the gulls,
and dream.

Deer & Clouds

Through rain
all day in spring,
deer cross the high meadow
into the clouds, always into
the clouds.