Love Poem by Kathleen Raine Yours is the face that the earth turns to me. Continuous beyond its human features lie The mountain forms that ...

Morning Birds by Thomas Transtromer I wake my car. Its windshield is covered with pollen. I put on my sunglasses and the song of the birds...

Bedrock by Gary Snyder                                      for Masa Snowmelt pond      warm granite we make camp, no thought of finding mo...

I wasn't going to go there.  It's awkward.  It's cliche.  But when I talked to a girlfriend this weekend and heard ...

- 441 - by Emily Dickinson This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me - The simple News that Nature told - With tender Majesty H...

Lost by David Wagoner Stand still.  The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, ...

My Meadow by Hayden Carruth Well, it's still the loveliest meadow in all Vermont. I believe that truly, yet for years have hardly s...