“Space echoes like an immense tomb, yet the stars still burn. Why does the sun take so long to die?”

“Why does everyone think the future is space helmets, silver foil, and talking like computers, like a bad episode of Star Trek?”

“Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.”

“On the horizon is a star,
Its earliest, loveliest one by far;
A blush is yet upon the sky,
As if too beautiful to die,—
A last gleam of the setting sun,
Like hope when love has just begun;”

“The joy I feel is immense; it burns inside me as though I have swallowed a piece of the sun.”

“The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space.”

“IN THE SUN: Sickle moon still there in daylight. // We long for things as they were. / We want them back, / our blue-black nights, and the stars.”

“I have only one friend, and that is echo. Why is it my friend? Because I love my sorrow, and echo does not take it away from me. I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night. Why is it my confidant? Because it remains silent.”

“How foolish to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth! Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it was also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of space in which the stars revolve.”

“The still pool of air
under the branch of echo.

The still pool of water
under a frond of stars.

The still pool of your mouth
under a thicket of kisses.”