The Wood-Pile
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,
I paused and said, ‘I will turn back from here.
No, I will go on farther – and we shall see.’
The hard... Read More »
On the Grasshopper and the Cricket
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge... Read More »
I Walk Out Into the Country at Night
The moon is so high it is
Almost in the Great Bear.
I walk out of the city
Along the road to the West.
The damp wind... Read More »
Fireflies
Lately I had looked for you everywhere
but only night’s smooth stare gazed back.
Some said DDT had cupped your glow
in its sharp mouth and swallowed.
The loneliness of growing up
held small soft... Read More »
The Porch over the River
In the dusk of the river, the wind
gone, the trees grow still–
the beautiful poise of lightness,
the heavy world pushing toward it.
Beyond, on the face of the... Read More »
The Locust Tree in Flower (First Version)
Among
the leaves
bright
green
of wrist-thick
tree
and old
stiff broken
branch
ferncool
swaying
loosely strung-
come May
again
white blossom
clusters
hide
to spill
their sweets
almost
unnoticed
down
and quickly
fall
-
The Locust Tree in Flower (Second Version)
Among
of
green
stiff
old
bright
broken
branch
come
white
sweet
May
again
-William Carlos... Read More »
An Evening When the Full Moon Rose as the Sun Set
-April 11, 1976
The sun goes down in the dusty April night.
“You know it could be alive!”
The sun is round, massive,... Read More »
Before you thought of Spring
Except as a Surmise
You see – God bless his suddenness -
A Fellow in the Skies
Of independent Hues
A little weather worn
Inspiriting habiliments
Of Indigo and Brown -
With specimens... Read More »