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Feeling the icy kick, the endless wavesReaching around my life, I moved my armsAnd coughed, and in the end saw land. Somebody, I suppose,Remembering the medieval maxim,Had tossed me in,Had wanted me to learn to swim, Not knowing that none…
Over the local stations, one by one,Announcers list disasters like dark poemsThat always happen in the skull of winter.But once again the storm has passed us by:Lovely and moderate, the snow lies downWhile shouting children hurry back to play,And scarved…
The wagons standAnd rust, and glitter sometimes in the moon,Since we have lost dominion of the fields.No more great clattering Jack,His thick mane filled with chaff and wind,Will let us lead him from the easy barns;No more sweet gentle JackWill…
I wake earlier, now that the birds have comeAnd sing in the unfailing trees.On a cot by an open windowI lie like land used up, while spring unfolds. Now of all voyagers I remember, who among themDid not board ship…
Traveling at thirty thousand feet, we seeHow much of earth still lies in wilderness,Till terminals occur like miraclesTo civilize the paralyzing dark. Buckled for landing to a tilting chair,I think: if miracle or accidentShould send us on across the upper…
It isn’t very far as highways lie.I might be back by nightfall, having seenThe rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water.Friends argue that I might be wiser for it.They do not hear that far-off Yankee whisper:How dull we…
He danced in feathers, with paint across his nose.Thump, thump went the drum, and bumped our blood,And sent a strange vibration through the mind.White Eagle, he was called, or Mr. White, And he strutted for money now, in schoolrooms builtOn…
Eight o’clock, no later,You light the lamps, The big one by the large window,The small one on your desk. They are not to see by—It is still twilight out over the sand, The scrub oaks and cranberries.Even the small birds…
I have sharpened my knives, I havePut on the heavy apron. Maybe you think life is chicken soup, servedIn blue willow-pattern bowls. I have put on my boots and openedThe kitchen door and stepped out Into the sunshine. I have…
Needing one, I invented her—the great-great-aunt dark as hickorycalled Shining-Leaf, or Drifting-Cloudor The-Beauty-of-the-Night. Dear aunt, I’d call into the leaves,and she’d rise up, like an old log in a pool,and whisper in a language only the two of us knewthe…