Is it so hard for men to stand by… They must hang on Marx or Christ,… Clearly it is hard. But these oug… Sheep leading sheep, ‘The fold, t… Night comes, and the wolves of dou…

Like mourning women veiled to the… Tall slender rainstorms walk slowl… far verge. The ocean is green where the river… Dull gray between the points of th…

Farther up the gorge the sea’s voi… We heard a new noise far away ahea… it might have been some unpleasant… Bedded in a matrix of long silence… cabin lost in the redwoods,

I had walked since dawn and lay do… Above the ocean. I saw through ha… And presently it passed again, but… That I was under inspection. I la… Whistle above me and make their ci…

from CAWDOR Gently with delicate mindless fing… Decomposition began to pick and ca… Of the cells of the brain; Oh ver… of wind in a wood: the storm is st…

I am heaping the bones of the old… To build us a hold against the hos… Granite the blood-heat of her yout… Held molten in hot darkness agains… Hardened to temper under the feet

Man, introverted man, having cross… In passage and but a little with t… century Has begot giants; but being taken… Like a maniac with self-love and i…

I followed the narrow cliffside tr… Above the deep river-canyon. Ther… flinging itself Over tree roots and rocks, shaking… water

The little one-room schoolhousc am… Opened its door, a dozen children… And saw on the narrow road between… A persona girl by the long light-c… The torn brown cloak that she wore…

The Atlantic is a stormy moat; an… The blue pool in the old garden, More than five thousand years has… Of ships and blood, and shines in… Our ships, planes, wars are perfec…

Mountains, a moment’s earth-waves… earth too’s an ephemerid; the star… Short-lived as grass the stars qui… summer, they spiral Blind up space, scattered black se…

The old voice of the ocean, the bi… (Winter has given them gold for si… To stain their water and bladed gr… From different throats intone one… So I believe if we were strong en…

The deer were bounding like blown… Under the smoke in front the roari… I thought of the smaller lives tha… Beauty is not always lovely; the f… Of the deer was beautiful; and whe…

Though joy is better than sorrow j… Peace is great, strength is great. Not for joy the stars burn, not fo… Spreads her gray sails on the air Over the mountain; not for joy the…