#AmericanWriters
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 have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like a pregnancy o… as on my lap a child
You think the ridge hills flowing,… with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black… for each sunset, hold on to you, i… wander, give reality recurrence en…
What do I find right at the cente… relationships: a slightly disperse… tinctured core of brutality: go to… the question is not whether your l… but whether you can pay the bill,…
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the
I went for a walk over the dunes a… to the sea, then turned right along the surf rounded a naked headland
Motion’s the dead giveaway, eye catcher, the revealing risk: the caterpillar sulls on the hot m… but then, risking, ripples to the… the cricket, startled, leaps the
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the worl… longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage…
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 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,
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in
I know if I find you I will have… and go on out over the sea marshes and the brant… and over the hills of tall hickory and over the crater lakes and cany…
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes