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…

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

Did you too see it, drifting, all… Did you see it in the morning, ris… An armful of white blossoms, A perfect commotion of silk and li… into the bondage of its wings; a s…

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the… to buy me, and snaps the purse shu… when death comes

“For example, what the trees do not only in lightning storms or the watery dark of a summer’s n… or under the white nets of winter but now, and now, and now—whenever

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your kn… for a hundred miles through the de… You only have to let the soft anim… love what it loves.

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

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…

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

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

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

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

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…

I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night under the pines, walking