#Americans #XXCentury
Anyone with quiet pace who walks a gray road in the West may hear a badger underground wher… in deep flint another time is Caught by flint and held forever,
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…
I put my foot in cold water and hold it there: early mornings they had to wade through broken ic… to find the traps in the deep chan… with their hands, drag up the chai…
This is the field where the battle… where the unknown soldier did not… This is the field where grass join… where no monument stands, and the only heroic thing is the s…
I let history happen – sorry. When Muslims and Christians fought in the Crusades, I didn’t stop it; the Egyptians and Jews clashed and my efforts were not sufficient to prevent that. Re...
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 light by the barn that shines… pales at dawn when a little breeze… A little breeze comes breathing th… from their sleep and waking the sl… The slow windmill sings the long d…
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…
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…
Once in Mexico an old man was leading on a string—was it a cat? And we saw it was a tarantula sidling along in the dust, writing a message from God for people who
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.
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…
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…
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…
Whispering to each handhold, “I’l… I go up the cliff in the dark. On… I loosen a rock and listen a long… till it hits, faint in the gulf, b… of the torrent almost drowns it ou…
