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I supposethe Lord said:Let there be fur upon the earth,and let there be hair upon the earth, and so the seeds stuttered forward into ripenessand the roots twirled in the darkto accomplish His desire, and so there is clover,and the…
What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaks flew in circles around your head? What ifthe mockingbird came into the house with you and became your advisor? What ifthe bees filled your walls with honey and all you needed to do was…
It’s almost dawnand the usual half-miracles beginwithin my own personal body as the lightenters the gates of the east and climbsinto the fields of the sky, and the birds lifttheir very unimportant heads from the branchesand begin to sing; and…
I walk beside the ocean, then turn and continuewalking just beside the first berm, a few yards fromthe water which is at half tide. Eventually I findwhat I’m looking for, a plant green and with theflavor of raw salt, and…
I think sometimes of the possible glamour of death—that it might be wonderful to belost and happy inside the green grass—or to be the green grass!—or, maybe the pink rose, or the blue iris,or the affable daisy, or the twirled…
Don’t think just now of the trudging forward of thought,but of the wing-drive of unquestioning affirmation. It’s summer, you never saw such a blue sky,and here they are, those white birds with quick wings, sweeping over the waves,chattering and plunging,…
In the north country now it is spring and there is a certain celebration. The thrushhas come home. He is shy and likes the evening best, also the hour just beforemorning; in that blue and gritty light he climbs to…
This is what love is:the dry rose bush the gardener, in his pruning, missedsuddenly bursts into bloom.A madness of delight; an obsession.A holy gift, certainly.But often, alas, improbable.Why couldn’t Romeo have settled for someone else?Why couldn’t Tristan and Isolde have…
You want to cry aloud for yourmistakes. But to tell the truth the worlddoesn’t need any more of that sound. So if you’re going to do it and can’tstop yourself, if your pretty mouth can’thold it in, at least go…
At Blackwaterfirefliesare not even a dime a dozen—they are free, and each floats and turnsamong the branches of the oaksand the swamp azaleaslooking for another as, who doesn’t?Oh, blessingson the intimacyinside fruition, be it foxesor the firefliesor the dampness inside…