Where White Is Black And Black Is

I Shall Also Take You Forth And Carve Our Names Together In A Yew Tree, Haloed With Stars.

I Sit In The Top Of The Wood, My Eyes Closed. Inaction, No Falsifying Dream Between My Hooked Head And Hooked Feet: Or In Sleep Rehearse Perfect Kills And Eat.

As Popa Penetrates Deeper Into His Life, With Book After Book, It Begins To Look Like A Universe Passing Through A Universe. It Is One Of The Most Exciting Things In Modern Poetry, To Watch This Journey Being Made.

So The Self Under The Eye Lies, Attendant And Withdrawn.

What Happens In The Heart Simply Happens.