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

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

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

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

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…

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,

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…

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

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…

Needing one, I invented her— the great-great-aunt dark as hicko… called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting… or The-Beauty-of-the-Night. Dear aunt, I’d call into the leav…

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…

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,

From a single grain they have mult… When you look in the eyes of one you have seen them all. At the edges of highways they pick at limp things.

There is, all around us, this country of original fire. You know what I mean. The sky, after all, stops at nothi…