#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 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,
There is now not a single leaf on the cherry tree: except when the jay plummets in, lights, and, in pure clarity, squalls:
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,…
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes
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…
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…
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’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
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 the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the
After the event the rockslide realized, in a still diversity of completion… grain and fissure, declivity
The saints are gathering at the re… places, trying tough skin on sharp conscience, endurance in the hot spots– searching out to define, come up
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine