I went for a walk over the dunes a… to the sea, then turned right along the surf rounded a naked headland

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 look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in

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…

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…

The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.

This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of

afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from

It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes

A day without rain is like a day without sunshine

All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset

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,

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

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

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