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

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,

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…

Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, lik… the wings of a moth in the beak of… Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me.

She steps into the dark swamp where the long wait ends. The secret slippery package drops to the weeds. She leans her long neck and tongue…

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…

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

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

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

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

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…

At Blackwater Pond the tossed wat… after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls…

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.