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

She steps into the dark swamp where the long wait ends. The secret slippery package drops to the weeds. She leans her long neck and tongue…

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories,

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…

Meditation is old and honorable, s… not sit, every morning of my life,… looking into the shining world? Be… attended to, delight, as well as h… Can one be passionate about the ju…

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

All winter the water has crashed over the cold the cold sand. Now it breaks over the thin branch of your body.

Don’t call this world adorable, or… It’s frisky, and a theater for mor… The eyelash of lightning is neithe… The struck tree burns like a pilla… But the blue rain sinks, straight…

Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, lik… the wings of a moth in the beak of… Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me.

Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light,

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

Not quite four a.m., when the rapt… strikes me from sleep, and I rise from the comfortable bed and go to another room, where my books ar… in their neat and colorful rows. H…

In winter all the singing is in the tops of the trees where the wind-bird with its white eyes

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

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