Charles Olson

“This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.”

“What does not change / is the will to change”

“When I saw him, he was at the door, but it did not matter, His last words had been, “The pool is slime.””

“The legends are It is true, it does nest with the opening year, but not on the waters.”

“And all now is war of tilled fields.”

“When the attentions change / the jungle         they rive”

“Not one death but many, the law”

“with what violence benevolence is bought this silence”