#AmericanWriters
Those who have touched it or been… Or brushed by something that the v… Or burning it, have stood where th… Has touched them-Know the meaning… The leaf is smooth. Its green is…
A wind’s word, the Hebrew Hallelu… I wonder they never gave it to a b… (Hal for short) boy with wind-wild… It means Praise God, as well it s… Is what God’s for. Why didn’t the…
Poised between going on and back,… Both ways taut like a tightrope-wa… Fingertips pointing the opposites, Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped… Or a kid skipping rope, come on, c…
The winter apples have been picked… Rain and wind have picked the mapl… The last of them now bank the hous… None are left upon the trees or on… Green and tall as ever it grew in…
backroad leafmold stonewall chipmu… underbrush grapevine woodchuck sha… woodsmoke cowbarn honeysuckle wood… sawhorse bucksaw outhouse wellswee… backdoor flagstone bulkhead butter…
My mind matches this understand la… Outdoors the pencilled tree, the w… Indoors the constant fire, the car… Are facts that I accept and under… I have brought in red berries and…
From where I stand the sheep stan… As stones against the stony hill. The stones are gray And so are they. And both are weatherworn and round…
This little house sows the degrees By which wood can return to trees. Weather has stained the shingles d… And indistinguishable from bark. Lichen that long ago adjourned
Winter uses all the blues there ar… One shade of blue for water, one f… Another blue for shadows over snow… The clear or cloudy sky uses blue… Both different blues. And hills r…
Four Tao philosophers as cedar wa… chat on a February berry bush in sun, and I am one. Such merriment and such sobriety— the small wild fruit on the tall s…
A seated statue of himself he seem… A bronze slowness becomes him. Pa… The page he contemplates he doesn’… The lesson, the long lesson, has b… His mind holds summer, as his skin…
When others run to windows or out… To catch the sunset whole, he is c… With any segment anywhere he sits. From segment, fragment, he can rec… The whole, prefers to reconstruct…
How lush, how loose, the uninhibit… If ever hearts (and these immodera… Are vegetable hearts) were worn on… The squash’s are. In green the sq… The flowers are cornucopias of sum…
Amherst never had a witch O Coos or of Grafton But once upon a time There were three old women. One wore a small beard
Searock his tower above the sea, Searock he built, not ivory. Searock as well his haunted art Who gave to plunging hawks his hea… He loved to stand upon his head