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I could stand on the bridge and get the sense of being completely with her,…

Published in SHAKING THE TREE

The grass seems lusher in the wet gray air, but less approachable now— thick curtain…

from Where Many Rivers Meet

translation by Jane Hirshfield

All day a boy plunges his hands into his pockets. Tickets, tape, crystallized stones, a…

My aspens dear, whose airy cage quelled,Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,All felled,…

She is holding the book close to her body, carrying it home on the cracked…

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green…

There are multiple ways to practice the strategy of gratitude and it would be wise…

From AFRICAN ELEGY

from RADIANCE