Life is not hurryingon to a receding future, nor hankering afteran imagined past. It is the turningaside like Moses to the miracleof the lit bush, to a brightnessthat seemed as transitory as your youthonce, but is the eternity that awaits you. Laboratories of the Spirit (1975)
Is there a placehere for the spirit? Is there timeon this brief platform for anythingother than mind's failure to explain itself? Frequencies (1978)
She is young. Have I the rightEven to name her? Child,It is not love I offerYour quick limbs, your eyes;Only the barren homageOf an old man whom timeCrucifies. Pietá (1966)