Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
. After Apple Picking My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two … Continue reading
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
We’d eaten quite as much as we were able of the brown bird that stood mid-meal, mid-table. We’d carved and passed it. Some had taken seconds, and when we pushed … Continue reading