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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…
After the wind-bruised sea furrowed itself back into folds of blue, I found in the black wracka shell called the Neptune— tawny and white, spherical, with a tailand a tower and a dark door, and all of it no largerthan…
Consider the other kingdoms. Thetrees, for example, with their mellow-soundingtitles: oak, aspen, willow.Or the snow, for which the peoples of the northhave dozens of words to describe itsdifferent arrivals. Or the creatures, with theirthick fur, their shy and wordless gaze.…
1.I don’t know who God is exactly.But I’ll tell you this.I was sitting in the river named Clarion, on a water splashed stoneand all afternoon I listened to the voices of the river talking.Whenever the water struck the stone it…
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood.How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs.How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising.How two hands touch and the…
May I never not be frisky,May I never not be risqué. May my ashes, when you have them, friend,and give them to the ocean, leap in the froth of the waves,still loving movement, still ready, beyond all else,to dance for…