I Learn By Going Where

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

In A Dark Time, The Eye Begins To See / I Meet My Shadow In The Deepening Shade...dark, Dark My Light, And Darker My Desire.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.

The Fields Stretch Out In Long Unbroken Rows. We Walk Aware Of What Is Far And Close. Here Distance Is Familiar As A Friend. The Feud We Kept With Space Comes To An End.