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…

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

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,

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

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

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

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…

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

“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

I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They offer much pleasure. There is

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

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,

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…

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