#AmericanWriters
Bull by day And dozes by night. Would that the bulldozer Dozed all the time Would that the bulldozer
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…
Lingo of birds was easier than lin… they were elusive, though, the bir… He thought of Virgil, Virgil who… History he never forgave for letti… lapse into Italian, a renegade jab…
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…
Two boys uncoached are tossing a p… Overhand, underhand, backhand, sle… Teasing with attitudes, latitudes,… High, make him fly off the ground… Make him scoop it up, make him as-…
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…
Words of a poem should be glass But glass so simple-subtle its sha… Is nothing but the shape of what i… A glass spun for itself is empty, Brittle, at best Venetian trinket…
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
backroad leafmold stonewall chipmu… underbrush grapevine woodchuck sha… woodsmoke cowbarn honeysuckle wood… sawhorse bucksaw outhouse wellswee… backdoor flagstone bulkhead butter…
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…
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
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…
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…
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…