I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her poc… full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone o…

My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hum… equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there t… Here the clam deep in the speckled…

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…

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

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…

Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over. It is heaven-sent. It flows through me like the blue wave.

Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,

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

Don’t bother me. I’ve just been born. The butterfly’s loping flight carries it through the country of…

Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice—

The feet of the heron, under those bamboo stems, hold the blue body, the great beak above the shallows

The river Of my childhood, That tumbled Down a passage of rocks And cut-work ferns,

On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime.