What the River Says, I Say Selections from a series giving voice to the spirit of place along the Methow River in northern Washington State, written by William Stafford in response to a request by two rangers from the U.S....
The Sea I need the sea because it teaches me. I don’t know if I learn music or awareness, if it’s a single wave or its vast existence, or only its harsh voice or its shining suggestion of fishes and...
I Love You by Nâzım Hikmet I love you like dipping bread into salt and eating Like waking up at night with high fever and drinking water, with the tap in my mouth Like unwrapping the heavy box from the...
FROM THE MOUNTAIN From the mountain, the earth stood revealed, not only by its beckoning and endless forms, not only in the way my body stood at last at the center of that endless, radiating, horizon, but for this: that...
Under a sky the color of pea soup she is looking at her work growing away there actively, thickly like grapevines or pole beans as things grow in the real world, slowly enough. If you tend them properly, if you...
When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.
