#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
Setting a trotline after sundown if we went far enough away in the… sometimes up out of deep water would come a secret-headed channel… Eyes that were still eyes in the r…
When there was air, when you could breathe any day if you liked, and… wanted to you could run. I used to climb those hills back of town and follow a gully so my eyes were at…
We were alone one night on a long road in Montana. This was in wint… night, far to the stars. We had hi… my wife and I, and left our ride a… a crossing to go on. Tired and col…
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…
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.
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…
Got up on a cool morning. Leaned… No cloud, no wind. Air that flowe… for awhile. Some dove somewhere. Been on probation most of my life.… the rest of my life been condemned…
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.
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…
Cold nights outside the taverns in… pickups and big semis lounge idlin… haunches twitch now and then in gu… their owners inside for hours, for… as they can the miles, the circlin…
When we first moved here, pulled the trees in around us, curled our backs to the wind, no one had ever hit the moon—no one. Now our trees are safer than the s…
We wondered what our walk should m… taking that un-march quietly; the sun stared at our signs—“Thou… Men by a tavern said, “Those fore… to a woman with a fur, who turned…
The only relics left are those lon… spangled seconds our school clock… when you crossed the social hall and we found each other alive, by our glances never to accept our…
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…
