look how many teeth / you have—the better to swallow the sky.

The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies!

The Brain is wider than the sky.

The Brain - is wider than the Sky -
For - put them side by side -
The one the other will contain
With ease - and You - beside -

The Brain is deeper than the sea -
For- hold them - Blue to Blue -
The one the other will absorb -
As Sponges - Buckets - do -

The Brain is just the weight of God -
For - Heft them - Pound for Pound -
And they will differ - if they do -
As Syllable from Sound.

The rocking of the boat by the waves was soothing but unknown. The men on the shore were asleep. Not the twelve-year-old, though. He shifted and lay on his back and decided to look up at the sky. What he saw took him by surprise. He was basically a city kid. He had never really seen the night sky for what it is. As he stared up at millions of stars, he was filled with a dread he had never known before.
I was just a boy, I said to my wife in a hotel room in Cornwall. I was just a boy on a boat in the universe.

I don’t want any money.”
I put the wallet away.
She said: “What are you going to do about last night?”
“What should I do?”
“Kill that son of a bitch.”
“And fry?”
“You’re too smart to fry.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But, lady, I’ve been drawing the line at murder lately.”
She lay against the pillow, watching me. Her skin was dead white and it made the black eyes look big. She wasn’t young, but she was still good-looking. Her shoulders were round and firm. As far as I could tell she was naked under the sheet. I sat down on a rocking-chair. It creaked under my weight.
“But you want to get him, don’t you?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“Neither would I,” she said.
“He’s pretty tough for a gal to tackle.”
“He knocked out my teeth.”
The way she said it, it sounded like a good reason for bumping off a man. Maybe it was, at that. A girl likes to hold on to her teeth.