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sawhorse bucksaw outhouse wellsweep
backdoor flagstone bulkhead buttermilk
candlestick ragrug firedog brownbread
hilltop outcrop cowbell buttercup
whetstone thunderstorm pitchfork steeplebush
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watercress buckwheat firefly jewelweed
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When others run to windows or out of doorsTo catch the sunset whole, he is contentWith any segment anywhere he sits.From segment, fragment, he can reconstructThe whole, prefers to reconstruct the whole,As if to say, I see more seeing less.A window to the east will serve as wellAs window to the west, for eastern skyEchoes…
My mind matches this understand land.
Indoors the constant fire, the careful thriftAre facts that I accept and understand.I have brought in red berries and green boughs-Berries of black alder, boughs of pine.They and the sunlight on them, both are mine.I need no florist flowers in my house.Having lived here the years that are my best,I call it home. I am…
Those who have touched it or been touched by it
Or burning it, have stood where the sly smokeHas touched them-Know the meaning of its name.The leaf is smooth. Its green is innocence.A clean, unblemished leaf, glossy when young.A leaf the unobserving might overlookAnd the observing find too prosperous.I’ve seen a vine of it so old and crookedIt held a hen-coop in its grip, the…
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He thought of Virgil, Virgil who wasn’t there to chat with.History he never forgave for letting Latinlapse into Italian, a renegade jabberingmusical enough but not enough to call musicSo he conversed with stones, imperial and papal.Even the preposterous popes he could condonea moment for the clean arrogance of their inscriptions.He asked the Italians only to…
Keep me from going to sleep too soon
Come wake me up. Come any hourOf night. Come whistling up the road.Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.Make me get out of bed and comeAnd let you in and light a light.Tell me the northern lights are onAnd make me look. Or tell me cloudsAre doing something to the moonThey never did before,…
Winter uses all the blues there are.
Another blue for shadows over snow.The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice-Both different blues. And hills row after rowAre colored blue according to how far.You know the bluejay’s double-blur deviceShows best when there are no green leaves to show.And Sirius is a winterbluegreen star.