No speed of wind or water rushing
But you have speed far greater. Y
Back up a stream of radiance to th
And back through history up the st
And you were given this swiftness,

Inscription for a Garden Wall
Winds blow the open grassy places
But where this old wall burns a su
They eddy over it too toppling wea
To blow the earth or anything self

Abstraction is an old story with t
Granted no one but a humanist much
Then there is this wildness whereo
It should be of the pleasure of a
No tears in the writer, no tears i

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled i
And made dust and dropped stove-le
Sweet-scented stuff when the breez
And from there those that lifted e
Five mountain ranges one behind th

“Willis, I didn’t want you here t
The lawyer’s coming for the compan
I’m going to sell my soul, or, rat
Five hundred dollars for the pair,
“With you the feet have nearly bee

My long two-pointed ladder’s stick
Toward heaven still,
And there’s a barrel that I didn’
Beside it, and there may be two or
Apples I didn’t pick upon some bo

When the spent sun throws up its r
And goes down burning into the gul
No voice in nature is heard to cry
At what has happened. Birds, at l
It is the change to darkness in th

It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.
I blew out the light,

Now close the windows and hush all
If the trees must, let them silent
No bird is singing in them now, an
Be it my loss.
It will be long ere the marshes re

I staid the night for shelter at a
Behind the mountains, with a mothe
Two old—believers. They did all t
MOTHER Folks think a witch who
She could call up to pass a winter