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…

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

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

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,

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…

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

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.

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…

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

Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun,

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

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…

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…

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