From “Annunciation”

This is the spring there should be in the world, so I say to myself, “Lie in the sun with the child in your flesh shining like a jewel.  Dream and sing, pagan, wise in your vitals.  Stand still like a fat budding tree, like a mare panting with the dancing feet of colts against her sides.  Sleep at night as the spring earth waiting for the reaper.  Let your life swell downward so you become like a vase, a vessel.  Let the unknown child knock and knock against you and rise like a dolphin within.”