Enter At Your Will

by Francis Geyer

from Ebb-tide
Now you have no word for me
I bring your bitter silence here
where the sea rustles from the land

from All Souls
Inhuman-human presences
swarm to be lighted candle's flame,
in metaphors of silence beg
a human syllable, a name.

from Alter Ego
Who stands beside me still,
nameless, indifferent
by Gwen Harwood

from Fever

But who would trouble
to flesh the unstaged reality
of Kröte's dreams? Someone. He wakes
to see one of his pupils standing
close to him, a thin child whose plain
features, unformed as yet, could be
ugly or beautiful.