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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
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…
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I listened to the wind go over my head and up into the ni…
One failure on Top of another
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of
After the event the rockslide realized, in a still diversity of completion… grain and fissure, declivity
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…
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the worl… longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage…
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 went for a walk over the dunes a… to the sea, then turned right along the surf rounded a naked headland
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,
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes
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 you consider the radiance, th… itself but pours its abundance wit… nook and cranny not overhung or hi… that birds’ bones make no awful no… lie low in the light as in a high…