At Blackwater Pond the tossed wat… after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls…

Don’t call this world adorable, or… It’s frisky, and a theater for mor… The eyelash of lightning is neithe… The struck tree burns like a pilla… But the blue rain sinks, straight…

I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night under the pines, walking

The river Of my childhood, That tumbled Down a passage of rocks And cut-work ferns,

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the… to buy me, and snaps the purse shu… when death comes

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her poc… full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone o…

Scatterghost, it can’t float away. And the rain, everybody’s brother, won’t help. And the wind all these… flying like ten crazy sisters ever…

Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,

Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun

centerYou are standing at the edge… at twilight when something begins to sing, like a waterfall pouring down

Meditation is old and honorable, s… not sit, every morning of my life,… looking into the shining world? Be… attended to, delight, as well as h… Can one be passionate about the ju…

Needing one, I invented her— the great-great-aunt dark as hicko… called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting… or The-Beauty-of-the-Night. Dear aunt, I’d call into the leav…

The feet of the heron, under those bamboo stems, hold the blue body, the great beak above the shallows

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice—