Charles Olson

This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.

— Charles Olson

What does not change / is the will to change

— Charles Olson

When I saw him, he was at the door, but it did not matter, His last words had been, “The pool is slime.”

— Charles Olson

The legends are It is true, it does nest with the opening year, but not on the waters.

— Charles Olson

And all now is war of tilled fields.

— Charles Olson

When the attentions change / the jungle         they rive

— Charles Olson

Not one death but many, the law

— Charles Olson

with what violence benevolence is bought this silence

— Charles Olson