We light up between
Earth and Venus

We must all open ourselves to the influence of Love.
We must all let its fleshless fingers caress our skin.

Castilian countryside.
Bleak with furze

And so we set out calmly into the sky,
Out over sheer space and distant waters

A sound like the sound of the sky on fire, like Armageddon

When you write something
you want it to live—
you have that obligation, to give it

These were your sighs,
your toss,
the listing yoke

This hill and the old house on it
are all we have. Two acres,
more or less—half crabby lawn,

Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration

Dozens of swans and geese
launched on its tar-black surface.
Sixteen tiny jellyfish