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

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

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

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

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

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.

“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

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…

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…

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

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

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

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…

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

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