#AmericanWriters
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the
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
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
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the worl… longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage…
One failure on Top of another
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…
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumsta… though possibility is
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…
afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here
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…
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…