Description:Sample poem:
More Words than Music
Under the wheel of a momentous star
I begin to write this, my poem, to you,
a mad, imaginary girl; in April, gaining April,
with the sun on the doorstep of Aries.
Thus I unbar my fiction, and prepare
to set in factual order, signs that catch
you where you thrive amid an abstract mass.
And yet how hard it is! You are adroit; you ease,
quickly as speckled algae down a weir,
away from sense until its signs are mere
crosstalk induced by ancient frequencies.
Spin, spin, spin, wheel of my would be mistress,
childlike hopes. Into the air with them!
Into the miles of endless evening sky!
Who falls to nothing through your starry gap
becomes the substance of a later tie.