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…

In winter all the singing is in the tops of the trees where the wind-bird with its white eyes

All winter the water has crashed over the cold the cold sand. Now it breaks over the thin branch of your body.

Needing one, I invented her— the great-great-aunt dark as hicko… called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting… or The-Beauty-of-the-Night. Dear aunt, I’d call into the leav…

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

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.

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

There is, all around us, this country of original fire. You know what I mean. The sky, after all, stops at nothi…

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

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

When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the bramb… nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching

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…

“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

Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,