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…

The river Of my childhood, That tumbled Down a passage of rocks And cut-work ferns,

From a single grain they have mult… When you look in the eyes of one you have seen them all. At the edges of highways they pick at limp things.

On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime.

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

The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest

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…

I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night under the pines, walking

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

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

Scatterghost, it can’t float away. And the rain, everybody’s brother, won’t help. And the wind all these… flying like ten crazy sisters ever…

Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun

Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, lik… the wings of a moth in the beak of… Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me.

“For example, what the trees do not only in lightning storms or the watery dark of a summer’s n… or under the white nets of winter but now, and now, and now—whenever