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)