Visitor to Jerusalem

What is that man
doing, among the
somber, swinging cranes

The ones arranging
the rough yellow blocks
all over Jerusalem;

Clay pots and fires
tumble from his
mouth, words the Lord had

Put there, clattering
and burning in the
dark spaces between buildings—

Words are His tools,
the bird and its flight
mizze helu, maleke

Coming Together...

And into the...

Ecstasy affords/ the occasion and expediency determines the form. Marianne Moore


I have seen the fish
leap out of the water

and through the fisher’s
wide-meshed net, the one

he knitted himself
in faith with his mind’s

habits, his steadi-
ness of hand, which, like

Peter’s rock, have had
a church built on them.