"I know that soon / the day will come / to wash away the moon's / white stain, / that I shall walk / in the morning sun / invisible / as anyone."
"The poet could not speak of himself, / but only of the gradations leading toward him and away."
"What shall we do, Fine Line, / who stand between the poem and nothing?"
(The entire poem "Breath.")
"I give up. I give up. / And you will have none of it because already I am beginning again with nothing."
(The entire poem "Black Maps.")
(The entire poem "Seven Poems.")
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