#Americans
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here
I went for a walk over the dunes a… to the sea, then turned right along the surf rounded a naked headland
I am living without you because of a terror, a farfetched notion that I can’t live without you which I must narrow down & que…
Fall’s leaves are redder than spring’s flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the win… schools them out or down in shoals or droves: though I
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the worl… longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage…
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash,
The people of my time are passing… wife is baking for a funeral, a 60… died suddenly, when the phone ring… Ruth we care so much about in inte… it was once weddings that came so…
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I’ll wake up and find the lowly nearby,
The wonderful workings of the worl… wonderful: I’m surprised half the… ground up fine, I puff if a pebble… I’m nervous: my moarality’s intric… a squash blossom dies, I feel with…
There is now not a single leaf on the cherry tree: except when the jay plummets in, lights, and, in pure clarity, squalls:
Fall fell: so that’s it for the l… some flurries have whitened the ed… and lawns: time for that, the snow… turkeys and old St. Nick: where a… find something to write about I ha…
I don’t know somehow it seems suff… to see and hear whatever coming an… losing the self to the victory of stones and trees, of bending sandpit lakes, crescent
I’ve pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the