#AmericanWriters
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute:
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 reason to be autonomous is to… a cleared instrument, ready to act… the moral realm and actual conditi… needs to be done and to do it: fin… best, if it works out, but if, lik…
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.
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…
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes
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’ve pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I
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…
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash,
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
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine
After the event the rockslide realized, in a still diversity of completion… grain and fissure, declivity
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,…