Not quite four a.m., when the rapt… strikes me from sleep, and I rise from the comfortable bed and go to another room, where my books ar… in their neat and colorful rows. H…

I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They offer much pleasure. There is

In the early curtains of the dusk it flew, a slow galloping this way and that way

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice—

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the… to buy me, and snaps the purse shu… when death comes

My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hum… equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there t… Here the clam deep in the speckled…

Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light,

Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over. It is heaven-sent. It flows through me like the blue wave.

Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun,

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her poc… full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone o…

The first fish I ever caught would not lie down quiet in the pail but flailed and sucked

centerYou are standing at the edge… at twilight when something begins to sing, like a waterfall pouring down

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black b… Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean– the one who has flung herself out…

Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts,