“Body my house my horse my hound What will I do when you are fallen Where will I sleep How will I ride What will I hunt Where can I go without my mount all eager and quick How will… — May Swenson Copy Share Image
Take earth for your own large room and the floor of earth carpeted with sunlight and hung round with silver wind for your dancing… — May Swenson Copy Share Image
The summer that I was ten - Can it be there was only one summer that I was ten? It must have been a… — May Swenson Copy Share Image
The best poetry has its roots in the subconscious to a great degree. Youth, naivety, reliance on instinct more than learning and method, a… — May Swenson Copy Share Image
“"It's not for me - religion. It seems like a redundancy for a poet.” — May Swenson Copy Share Image
“Love came bearing love A chalice of light We bathed in love and drank it Then our flesh Seemed like the leaves Enameled bright… — May Swenson Copy Share Image
“Body my house my horse my hound What will I do when you are fallen Where will I sleep How will I ride What… — May Swenson Copy Share Image
“an Evolution strange two Tongues touch exchange a Feast unknown to stone or tree or beast” — May Swenson Copy Share Image
