#Americans #XXCentury
The well rising without sound, the spring on a hillside, the plowshare brimming through dee… everywhere in the field— The sharp swallows in their swerve
Most mornings I get away, slip ou… the door before light, set forth o… road, letting my feet find a caden… that softly carries me on. Nobody is up—all alone my journey begins.
If you don’t know the kind of pers… and I don’t know the kind of perso… a pattern that others made may pre… and following the wrong god home w… For there is many a small betrayal…
At noon in the desert a panting li… waited for history, its elbows ten… watching the curve of a particular… as if something might happen. It was looking at something farthe…
Wisdom is having things right in y… and knowing why. If you do not have things right in… you will be overwhelmed: you may be heroic, but you will no…
“The broken part heals even strong… the rest,” they say. But that takes awhile. And, “Hurry up,” the whole world… They tap their feet. And it still…
There’s a thread you follow. It g… things that change. But it doesn’t… People wonder about what you are p… You have to explain about the thre… But it is hard for others to see.
Today outside your prison I stand and rattle my walking stick: Priso… you have relatives outside. And th… thousands of ways to escape. Years ago I bent my skill to keep…
Tomorrow will have an island. Bef… I always find it. Then on to the… These places hidden in the day sep… and come forward if you beckon. But you have to know they are ther…
Steel hardly known what a hint is,… all you have to do is breathe. And… will remember a touch forever. One time I asked Agnes to dance.… put up her arms—I thought of that…
Traveling through the dark I foun… dead on the edge of the Wilson Ri… It is usually best to roll them in… that road is narrow; to swerve mig… By glow of the tail-light I stumb…
Ours are the streets where Bess f… cancer. She went to work every day… secure houses. At her job in the l… she arranged better and better flo… students asked for books her hand…
Your exact errors make a music that nobody hears. Your straying feet find the great… walking alone. And you live on a world where stum…
Some time when the river is ice as… mistakes I have made. Ask me whet… what I have done is my life. Othe… have come their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to…
Aristotle was a little man with eyes like a lizard, and he found a… down the midst of things, a smooth… much more important than the carve… on the coffins of the great.
