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1.Where do I live? If I had no address, as many peopledo not, I could nevertheless say that I lived in thesame town as the lilies of the field, and the stillwaters. Spring, and all through the neighborhood now there…
I.Will the hungry ox stand in the field and not eat of the sweet grass?Will the owl bite off its own wings?Will the lark forget to lift its body in the air or forget to sing?Will the rivers run upstream?…
I have not really, not yet, talked with otterabout his life.He has so many teeth, he has troublewith vowels.Wherefore our understandingis all body expression—he swims like the sleekest fish,he dives and exhales and lifts a trail of bubbles.Little by little…
If James Wrightcould put in his book of poemsa blank page dedicated to “the Horse DavidWho Ate One of My Poems,” I am readyto follow him along the sweet path he cutthrough the drynessand suggest that you sit now very…
I do not live happily or comfortablywith the cleverness of our times.The talk is all about computers,the news is all about bombs and blood.This morning, in the fresh field,I came upon a hidden nest.It held four warm, speckled eggs.I touched…
It was early, which has always been my hour to begin looking at the worldand of course, even in the darkness, to begin listening into it,especially under the pines where the owl lives and sometimes calls outas I walk by,…
We shake with joy, we shake with grief.What a time they have, these twohoused as they are in the same body.
Down by the rumbling creek and the tall trees— where I went truant from school three days a week and therefore broke the record—there were violets as easy in their lives as anything you have ever seen or leaned down…
On the beach, at dawn:four small stones clearlyhugging each other. How many kinds of lovemight there be in the world,and how many formations might they make and who am I everto imagine I could knowsuch a marvelous business? When the…
Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend,for they are all smilers and talkers and thereforeunsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirdsor hugging the old black oak tree. I have my…