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Sleep comes its little while. Then I wakein the valley of midnight or three a.m.to the first fragrances of spring which is coming, all by itself, no matter what.My heart says, what you thought you have you do not have.My…
Every year we have beenwitness to it: how theworld descends into a rich mash, in order thatit may resume.And thereforewho would cry out to the petals on the groundto stay,knowing as we must,how the vivacity of what was is married…
As long as you’re dancing, you can break the rules.Sometimes breaking the rules is just extending the rules.Sometimes there are no rules.
I don’t know where prayers go, or what they do.Do cats pray, while they sleep half-asleep in the sun?Does the opossum pray as it crosses the street?The sunflowers? The old black oak growing older every year?I know I can walk…
I go down to the shore in the morningand depending on the hour the wavesare rolling in or moving out,and I say, oh, I am miserable,what shall—what should I do? And the sea saysin its lovely voice:Excuse me, I have…
The first time Percy came backhe was not sailing on a cloud.He was loping along the sand as thoughhe had come a great way.“Percy,” I cried out, and reached to him— those white curls—but he was unreachable. As musicis present…
The university gave me a new, elegantclassroom to teach in. Only one thing,they said. You can’t bring your dog.It’s in my contract, I said. (I hadmade sure of that.) We bargained and I moved to an oldclassroom in an old…
She would come back, dripping thick water, from the green bog.She would fall at my feet, she would draw the black skinfrom her gums, in a hideous and wonderful smile—and I would rub my hands over her pricked ears and…
Where goes he now, that dark little dog who used to come down the road barking and shining?He’s gone now, from the world of particulars, the singular, the visible.So, that deepest sting: sorrow. Still, is he gone from us entirely,…
and I should start shouting his nameand clapping my hands,but it has been raining all nightand the narrow creek has risenis a tawny turbulence is rushing alongover the mossy stonesis surging forwardwith a sweet loopy musicand therefore I don’t want…