“Let me cradle myself back Into the darkness Of the half shapes ... Of the cauled beginnings ... Let me stir the attar of unused air, Elusive ... ironically fragrant As a dead queen's kerchief ... Let me blow the dust from off you ... Resurrect your breath Lying limp as a fan In a dead queen's hand.” HandsLyingHalfDarknessAirFansShapesLet MeBreathsBlowDustQueensCradleElusive Book:Sun-up, and Other Poems Source: Sun-up, and Other Poems
“As for the common men apart, Who sweat to keep their common breath, And have no hour for books or art-- What dreams have these to hide from death!” MenArtBookDreamHoursCommonBreathsSweatCommon Man Book:Light in Hand: Selected Early Poems Source: Light in Hand: Selected Early Poems
