'this spiral / of making while unmaking while / the world goes round' -- Mary Jo Salter, 'Young Girl Peeling Apples'

It was no dream: I lay broad waking. Thomas Wyatt 'They Flee From Me'

I'd feel the need for / tighter turns, / a tiredness with the / larger flourish - from 'I think I could turn awhile'

My poems, I think, exist in a state of tension between the love of natural beauty and the fear of natural meaninglessness or absurdity. Hayden Carruth