Introduction

An introduction to my poems: Perhaps you want a moment for reflection, Or a glimpse of someone's struggles with perfection. Even greyhounds need a clear, still light To bring them to the precipice of night. Rest here, then, where joys and sorrows blend; Yearning needs no goal and has no end. Be like a bell, and let me be your tongue: Your thoughts will toll when I've your passions rung. Nor can I know what words will strike your ears: In poems one's life transfigures what one hears. Clear words contain a silence still as glass, Horizons as remote as distant brass, Old meanings darting luminous in pools, Like light caught in the blaze of well-cut jewels. All this exists like sound without a bell, So be its instrument and listen well.