The darknessis the deepening shadowof your presence; the silence aprocess in the metabolismof the being of love. Laboratories of the Spirit (1975)
Was he balked by silence? He kneeled long,And saw love in a dark crownOf thorns blazing, and a winter treeGolden with fruit of a man's body. Song at the Year's Turning (1955)
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)
"Verse should be as naturalAs the small tuber that feeds on muckAnd grows slowly from obtuse soilTo the white flower of immortal beauty" Poetry For Supper (1958)