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She steps into the dark swampwhere the long wait ends. The secret slippery packagedrops to the weeds. She leans her long neck and tongues itbetween breaths slack with exhaustion and after a while it rises and becomes a creaturelike her,…
⨝ There is, all around us,this countryof original fire. You know what I mean. The sky, after all, stops at nothing, so somethinghas to be holdingour bodiesin its rich and timeless stables or elsewe would fly away. ⨝ Off Stellwagenoff…
The first fishI ever caughtwould not lie downquiet in the pailbut flailed and suckedat the burningamazement of the airand diedin the slow pouring offof rainbows. LaterI opened his body and separatedthe flesh from the bonesand ate him. Now the seais…
All night I float in the shallow ponds while the moon wandersburning, bone white, among the milky stems. OnceI saw her hand reach to touch the muskrat’s small sleek head and it was lovely, oh,I don’t want to argue anymore…
I once saw two snakes,northern racers,hurrying through the woods,their bodieslike two black whipslifting and dashing forward;in perfect concertthey held their heads highand swam forwardon their sleek bellies;under the trees,through vines, branches,over stones,through fields of flowers,they traveledlike a matched teamlike a…
And now as the iron rinds overthe ponds start dissolving,you come, dreaming of ferns and flowersand new leaves unfolding,upon the brashturnip-hearted skunk cabbageslinging its bunched leaves upthrough the chilly mud.You kneel beside it. The smellis lurid and flows out in…
1.Have you noticed? 2.Where so many millions of powerful bawling beastslay down on the earth and diedit’s hard to tell nowwhat’s bone, and what merelywas once. The golden eagle, for instance,has a bit of heaviness in him;moreover the huge barnsseem…
The snowbegan herethis morning and all daycontinued, its whiterhetoric everywherecalling us back to why, how,whence such beauty and whatthe meaning; suchan oracular fever! flowingpast windows, an energy it seemedwould never ebb, never settleless than lovely! and only now,deep into night,it…
Three miles through the woodsClapp’s Pond sprawls stone grayamong oaks and pines,the late winter fields where a pheasant blazes uplifting his yellow legsunder bronze feathers, openingbronze wings; and one doe, dimpling the ground as she touchesits dampness sharply, flaresout of…
Under the leaves, underthe first looselevels of earththey’re there—quickas beetles, blindas bats, shyas hares but seenless than these—travelingamong the pale girdersof appleroot,rockshelf, nestsof insects and blackpastures of bulbspeppery and packed fullof the sweetest food:spring flowers.Field after fieldyou can see the…