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

“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

The first fish I ever caught would not lie down quiet in the pail but flailed and sucked

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black b… Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean– the one who has flung herself out…

At Blackwater Pond the tossed wat… after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls…

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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…

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