When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the bramb… nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching

Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over. It is heaven-sent. It flows through me like the blue wave.

From a single grain they have mult… When you look in the eyes of one you have seen them all. At the edges of highways they pick at limp things.

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…

“For example, what the trees do not only in lightning storms or the watery dark of a summer’s n… or under the white nets of winter but now, and now, and now—whenever

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

Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun,

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…

Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts,

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…

In the early curtains of the dusk it flew, a slow galloping this way and that way

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

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

My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hum… equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there t… Here the clam deep in the speckled…