A few of my favorite images excerpted from the Collected Poems of Philip
Where has the tree gone, that locked
Earth to the sky?
To a Very Slow Air
The cloven hills are kneeling
the sun such an anointment
I am washed upon a rock
A lonely cloud drifts in the sky.
I dread its indecision.
Your mind lay open like a drawer of knifes
To watch that world come up like a cold sun
A huge and birdless silence
Home is so Sad
If grief could burn out
Heart lies impotent