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

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

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

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…

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…

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

The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest

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

Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep,

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.

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…

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…

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…

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.

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