Where’s this barn’s house? It never had… Or joined with sheds in ring-around a do… The hunter scuffling leaves goes by at d… The gun reversed that he went out with s… The harvest moon and then the hunter’s m…

A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and rom… As near a paradise as it can be And not melt snow or start a dormant tre… It lifts existence on a plane of snow

As vain to raise a voice as a sigh In the tumult of free leaves on high. What are you in the shadow of trees Engaged up there with the light and bree… Less than the coral-root you know

Love and forgetting might have carried t… A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not much further… They must have halted soon in any case With thoughts of a path back, how rough…

As gay for you to take your father’s axe As take his gun—rod—to go hunting—fishin… You nick my spruce until its fiber crack… It gives up standing straight and goes d… You link an arm in its arm and you lean

A saturated meadow, Sun—shaped and jewel—small, A circle scarcely wider Than the trees around were tall; Where winds were quite excluded,

The Voice said, “Hurl her down!” The Voices, “How far down?” “Seven levels of the world.” “How much time have we?” “Take twenty years.

The clouds, the source of rain, one stor… Offered an opening to the source of dew; Which I accepted with impatient sight, Looking for my old skymarks in the blue. But stars were scarce in that part of th…

He thought he kept the universe alone; For all the voice in answer he could wak… Was but the mocking echo of his own From some tree-hidden cliff across the l… Some morning from the boulder-broken bea…

Now close the windows and hush all the f… If the trees must, let them silently tos… No bird is singing in them now, and if t… Be it my loss. It will be long ere the marshes resume,

I have been treading on leaves all day u… God knows all the color and form of leav… Perhaps I have put forth too much stren… I have safely trodden underfoot the leav… All summer long they were over head, mor…

It took that pause to make him realize The mountain he was climbing had the sla… As of a book held up before his eyes (And was a text albeit done in plant). Dwarf cornel, gold-thread, and maianthem…