“I danced along a colored wind/
Dangled from a rope of sand”

“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star… And I dance.”

“And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon.”

“When your whole world is shaken from all the risks we have taken,
Dance with me, dance with me into the colors of the dusk.”

“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.”

“But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.”

“Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep,
Where the winds are all asleep.”

“And this Thing I saw! How can I describe it? A monstrous tripod, higher than many houses, striding over the young pine trees, and smashing them aside in its career; a walking engine of glittering metal, striding now across the heather; articulate ropes of steel dangling from it, and the clattering tumult of its passage mingling with the riot of the thunder.”

“The prose writer drags meaning along with a rope, the poet makes it stand out and hit you.”

“Dancing with the wind: the fire burns, the water drowns.”