Because I know that time is always time

all time is unredeemable

her brain allowed one half-formed thought to pass

do I dare to disturb the universe?

after the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets

and indeed there will be time

the human engine waits

the profit and the loss

sightless, unless the eyes reappear

your shadow at evening rising to meet you

love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter

this is the one way, and the other is the same

The dahlias sleep in the empty silence; wait for the early owl

breeding lilacs out of the dead land

the poetry does not matter

lifting heavy feet in clumsy shoes

he who was living is now dead