The soul is not a soul,
Has no secret, is small, and it fits
Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.


Selected Poems (ed. Penguin Group USA, 1986)


The soul is not a soul, Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.

The soul is not a soul, Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.

The soul is not a soul, Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.

The soul is not a soul, Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.