The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to c
Standing DeerAs the house of a personin age sometimes grows clutteredwith what istoo loved or too heavy to part with,the heart may grow cluttered.And still the house will be emptied,and still the hear...
TreeIt is foolishto let a young redwoodgrow next to a house.Even in this one lifetime,you will have to choose.That great calm being,this clutter of soup pots and books--Already the first branch-tips b...
Perimeter is not meaning, but it changes meaning,/as wit increases distance, and compassion erodes it.
It is, of course, we who house poems as much as their words, and we ourselves must be the locus of poetry's depth of newness. Still, the permeability seems to travel both ways: a changed self will fin...
Poetry's work is the clarification and magnification of being.
To feel sabi is to feel keenly one’s own sharp and particular existence amid its own impermanence, and to value the singular moment as William Blake did infinity in the palm of your hand—to feel it pr...