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We will be known as a culture that feared deathand adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurityfor the few and cared little for the penury of themany. We will be known as a culture that taughtand rewarded the amassing of…
Meadowlark, when you sing it’s as ifyou lay your yellow breast upon mine and sayhello, hello, and are we notof one family, in our delight of life?You sing, I listen.Both are necessaryif the world is to continue going aroundnight-heavy then…
The way the plovers cry goodbye.The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye.The way the leaves fall, and then there’s the long wait.The way someone says: we must never meet again.The way mold spots…
But when I came back I foundthat the body of the river was dying. “Did it speak?” Yes, it sang out the old songs, but faintly. “What will you do?” I will grieve of course, but that’s nothing. “What, precisely,…
Oh do you have time to linger for just a little while out of your busyand very important day for the goldfinches that have gathered in a field of thistlesfor a musical battle, to see who can sing the highest…
I.Something came upout of the dark.It wasn’t anything I had ever seen before.It wasn’t an animal or a flower,unless it was both.Something came up out of the water, a head the size of a catbut muddy and without ears.I don’t…
I have dreamedof accomplishment.I have fed ambition.I have tradednights of sleep for a length of work.Lo, and I have discoveredhow soft bloom turns to green fruitwhich turns to sweet fruit.Lo, and I have discovered all winds blow coldat last,and the…
For years, every morning, I drankfrom Blackwater Pond.It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,the feet of ducks. And always it assuaged mefrom the dry bowl of the very far past. What I want to say isthat the…
Some heronswere fishingin the robesof the night at a low hourof the water’s body,and the fish, I suppose,were full of fish happinessin those transparent incheseven as, over and over,the beaks jacked down and the narrowbodies were liftedwith everyquick sally, and…
The darkest thingmet me in the dark.It was only a faceand a brace of teeththat held no words,though I felt a salty breathsighing in my direction.Once, in an autumn that is long gone,I was down on my kneesin the cranberry…