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The Rabbit Hunter

Careless and still The hunter lurks With gun depressed, Facing alone The alder swamps Ghastly snow-white. And rus hound works In the offing there Like one possessed, And yelps delight And sings and romps, Bnnging hm on The shadowy hare…

November

We saw leaves go to glory, Then almost migratory Go part way down the lane, And then to end the story Get beaten down and pasted In one wild day of rain. We heard ” ‘Tis Over” roaring. A year…

THE LOST FOLLOWER

As I have known them passionate and fine The gold fe r which they leave the golden time Of lync is a golden light divine, Never the gold of darkness from a mIne. The Spirit plays us strange religious pranks…

Time Out

It took that pause to make him realize The mountain he was climbing had the slant As of a book held up before his eyes (And was a text albeit done in plant.) Dwarf cornel, gold-thread, and maianthemum, He followingly…

TO A YOUNG WRETCH (Boethian)

As gay for you to take your father’s ax As take his gun – rod – to go hunting – fishing. You nick my spruce until its fiber cracks, It gives up standing straight and goes down swishing. You link…

Our Hold On The Planet

We asked for rain. It didn’t flash and roar. It didn’t lose its temper at our demand And blow a gale. It didn’t misunderstand And give us more than our spokesman bargained for; And just because we owned to a…

TRIPLE BRONZE

The Infinite’s being so wide Is the reason the Powers provide For inner defense my hide. For next defense outside   I make myself this time Of wood or granite or lime A wall too hard for crime Either to…

The Quest of the Purple-Fringed

I felt the chill of the meadow underfoot But the sun o’erhead; And snatches of verse and song of scenes like this I sung or said. I skirted the margin alders for miles and miles In a sweeping line; The…

A CLOUD SHADOW

A breeze discovered my open book And began to Hutter the leaves to look For a poem there used to be on Spring I tried to tell her ‘There’s no such thing’ For whom would a poem on Spring be…

Willful Homing

It is getting dark and time he drew to a house, But the blizzard blinds him to any house ahead. The storm gets down his neck in an icy souse That sucks his breath like a wicked cat in bed.…