999 Poems

Slowly, slowly, they return To the small woodland let alone: Great trees, outspreading and upright, Apostles of the living light. Pati...

A hundred years slip by unnoticed eighty-four thousand cares dissolve in stillness a mountain image shimmers on sunlit water snowflakes ...

I can tell by the way the trees beat, after so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes, that a storm is coming, and I hear the far-off...

We leaned out of the window. Everything around us was one with our soul. Sulphur-pale, the clouds darkened the fields, the vines; wind...

This day a simple day that comes for a visit that comes to sit quiet. Yet I in such small grace receive my visitor. I watch it narrow...

Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened sou...

Evening and the flat land, Rich and somber and always silent; The miles of fresh-plowed soil, Heavy and black, full of strength and hars...