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The Natural World
Selected Poems
From the trees beside me / a hawk emerges, / falling horizontally / toward Bradley Falls.
— from “1.”
February 1976Selected Poems
It slips through us / a parade of delicate / dead women that carry / the sun in the August sky
— from “End of Summer”
February 1976the palm-leaf
alone. / the harsh beauty. / salt waves / strike the sandward grain. / the palm-leaf / totters at the edge
February 1976Earth as a planet needs tending to
One cant love without fear of exposing / tender parts to pain, nor can one leave / love to feeling incomplete, to make sense / from pain, never-ending, like glare.
February 1976Mer de Glace
Under ice / we breathe in shrunken sentences, / locked in / by the firn dome overhead / moving through our white sleep / like a clock’s hour hand.
February 1976Discipline: Reorienting Lines Of Force
What each can contribute toward the good of the whole is definite and needed. So each must ask himself or herself how we qualify or color the lines of force which course through us as human beings.
December 1975Grandmother
The sky and trees, reflected once in the creek, are reflected again in my thoughts. These are not the black trees written on a light gray sky that small black words bring to mind. But, green and living, they stretch to grasp the sun, lobsterlike in living claws.
December 1975
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