(AGAINST SILENCE)
In every direction...

PLOT
The sad story...

HISTORICAL EPISODE
two feet of clay...

NINE SIGNATURES
In your head, slender curlicues of blood...

LIFE
no one survives it...

10/11
creeping naked around a church...

MYSTERY
I found the murdered man's ______ in my hand...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM STRAND
Torment of love--...

STOP MY EARS
in the middle of the night...

HIDING
in the forest...

SECRECY
A long time till dawn...

UNLUCKY MOON
the tin fear...

SEARCHING
Broken sky, light rain...

BLANK OF BLANKS
no hand can hold...

FALLING
A fine grace of falling is in the leaves...

AT DAWN
Darkness breaks away from...

AT THE PLACE
Standing where something died...

STRANGE FISHING
Blameless...

BEING DEAD
it can't kill you...

JUDAS IS IN HELL
our child-life with its magical intents...

GETTING PEACE
I got inside...

LISTENING TO THE DEAD
you have it all your way...

HEAVEN
is this what it means...

Dear Eric, 

I flew in down by the round deep pond behind your house. The grass 
there is long like my neck and high as my legs, and I could speak 
my own language which is silence. Shaking poems from beak 
and feathers, I walked in and out amongst the cattle, bird 
with beasts.

And when you came walking, eyes just ahead of your feet, looking 
for something it seemed, I turned my head with a warning, watching 
you come through the grass. In midstep you saw me, seized by my look.

You could not have borne me, closer. I lifted my wide white wings 
and broke into the air. No sorrow or silence of yours will bring 
me back. 

The Heron