The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a PlayWe say God and the imagination are one . . . How high that highest candle lights the dark.
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a PlayChildren picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill;
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play