William Stafford (1914-1993) was one of the most prolific and important American poets of the last half of the twentieth century. Among his many credentials, Stafford served as consultant in poetry at the Library of Congress, and received the National Book Award for his poetry collection
The William Stafford Archives, donated to Lewis & Clark College by the Stafford family in 2008, contain the private papers, publications, photographs, recordings, and teaching materials of the poet William Stafford. The Lewis & Clark College Special Collections actively add to this collection by acquiring unique Stafford related materials.
Stafford wrote every day of his life from 1950 to 1993. These 20,000 pages of daily writings form a complete record of the poet’s mostly early morning meditations, including poem drafts, dream records, aphorisms, and other visits to the unconscious, recorded on separate sheets of yellow or white paper or when traveling, often in spiral-bound reporters’ steno pads. The archive also includes typescripts of poems submitted for publication and for use in readings. Stafford listed where he submitted each poem, and whether it was accepted for publication on the typescript. Each of his published collections, large and small, is represented by its gathering of documentary copies (typescripts), called by Stafford a “put-together.” Unpublished poems, poems published in journals, and reading copies of published poems were also gathered, in a virtually complete record from 1937 to 1993, totaling about 7,000 items. The collection also includes copies of all known Stafford books and translations. Stafford saved correspondence received, with an indication of the date of reply, and sometimes a copy of the reply, from the early 1960s to August 1993. Estimated at 100,000 sheets, the collected correspondence contains some full exchanges of correspondence initiated by WS. One such exchange is the correspondence with Marvin Bell on their sequence
Includes Stafford's typed revisions of his poems that were used to track publication submissions, rejections, and acceptances for publication.
Arranged in Stafford's original order, which varied depended on time period and type of poetry. Many of the poems are grouped twith other poems that were published together in the same books. See the detailed listing below for more information.
This collection has no restrictions and is open for research.
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The William Stafford Archives, Lewis & Clark College Aubrey Watzek Library Archives & Special Collections, Portland, Oregon.
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The following section contains a detailed listing of the materials in the collection.
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First Line: How to compose my face? My shoulders.
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First Line: One day I stood, small shoes upon the sand.
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First Line: Trying to act out what really was wrong with the place.
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First Line: If there were cold for injustice.
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First Line: The way beans went by each other in a sack.
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First Line: Pulling along the edge of cruel.
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First Line: Far up the canyon where the salmon leap.
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First Line: Three sombre wheeling chips tantalize a vortex.
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First Line: There are faces you own.
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First Line: It was going to rain.
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First Line: Anyone’s face coming toward mist.
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First Line: Along my river frogs like thought.
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First Line: Eating my sandwich (little but bread these days).
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First Line: Aristotle invented.
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First Line: I tell you, friends, the mountains here are thin-.
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First Line: The sleeping of the stars will finally win,
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First Line: It is not true that finesse will win”.
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First Line: At every level, down to duck feet on the pavement.
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First Line: Spoke? No. Nobody spoke.
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First Line: In the bright wind from the fields today.
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First Line: Trying to act themselves, to be what they already are.
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First Line: At evening on Feb. 26, the long flat sunlight.
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First Line: This world, the chalice, held briefly the day.
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First Line: My brother, flying a plane in this war.
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First Line: Kathleen, you may bear burghers. Goodbye...
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First Line: Attentive to the air, returning the rain’s touch.
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First Line: We plan to have slow wing beats.
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First Line: The sun rose in a childs head.
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First Line: Maple in front of elm unsteady from storms.
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First Line: By a simple bridge, a log, we cross.
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First Line: When the minister speaks.
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First Line: When he tasted the banquet.
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First Line: Ordered by straight sounds.
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First Line: We saw the Sunday morning bodies.
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First Line: A pride of Mohawks, their scalps all whiskied.
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First Line: Levering a hold like a shovel-handle.
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First Line: The murder was accomplished.
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First Line: While the sun is blaming Nevada.
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First Line: In autumn-leaved, soft-moccasined September.
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First Line: Down that wind from heights through desperate air.
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First Line: They shot the rabbit. Next night, back again,
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First Line: Alone here with a stranger.
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First Line: Mixed in the signals around us.
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First Line: On paper the color of rain.
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First Line: I saw the gulls being gulls.
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First Line: Railroads through Oregon follow a kind of need.
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First Line: The people who tried to walk.
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First Line: I lean my cheek on palm.
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First Line: Like opening a package.
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First Line: Walking away, bending his knee.
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First Line: Locomotives voted to whistle.
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First Line: A lady made of pemmican.
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First Line: I do not find you so dreadful.
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First Line: A train of clouds that formed somewhere.
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First Line: They briefed the men for the mission.
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First Line: Forgotten, the reason for change has been forgotten.
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First Line: If I could remember all at once.
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First Line: Down black trees on our land rain goes.
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First Line: Every day that the sky droops down.
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First Line: The time the steering gear broke.
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First Line: Turn on the toaster.
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First Line: I do not want to live here.
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First Line: The meditative crane.
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First Line: My mind awoke in a shirt of flame.
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First Line: Before anyone spoke.
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First Line: There is a footfall faintley every night.
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First Line: To win by action is our age’s pride.
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First Line: More and more like the river’s.
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First Line: The sparrows are as reckless as ever.
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First Line: Bending over, watching them quietly.
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First Line: Passing glances into this empty room.
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First Line: Rabbits here have chosen their holes.
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First Line: That picture all of us are dealt every day.
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First Line: Only few, and they by grace.
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First Line: Perfectly anonymous I go up the stair.
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First Line: You will go away some time.
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First Line: Eating what they don’t like.
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First Line: From far enough even a war a murmur.
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First Line: The bridge that really is here.
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First Line: The wisest thing after the wisdom of time.
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First Line: Knowing the explosion would happen.
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First Line: From up where beavers hold the river together.
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First Line: Leaders of the world may pose for newspapers.
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First Line: The arm is bayonet good.
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First Line: In the music fountain filling the music room.
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First Line: Getting used to being a man.
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First Line: Saved by forgetting or neglect...aloud.
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First Line: According to the silence, winter has arrived-.
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First Line: Through the cat portal into the cave.
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First Line: Of the millions of rain.
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First Line: Sometimes considering.
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First Line: A spaniel-heard combat boot comes near.
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First Line: Today, or maybe yesterday, the minnows returned.
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First Line: Hands up! trees.
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First Line: On our way somewhere we sat at this table.
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First Line: If I should find a locomotive.
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First Line: In the center of the intersection.
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First Line: There are no right ones married to wrong ones here.
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First Line: Every bit of yellow cheese in the market.
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First Line: For pigs the click of the pail is enough.
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First Line: In my headache one steady light held on.
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First Line: Mud through my toes I’m from this land.
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First Line: When blizzards fought the redbud down.
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First Line: He ruled a hard state, a capital of rock.
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First Line: While the bullet was coming.
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First Line: Raccoons leave designs to stare from daylight mud.
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First Line: On every merry-go-round there was one hideous....
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First Line: Wherever he went a cat beside him.
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First Line: We call it the chaparral.
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First Line: When the chromium buds of America bloom.
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First Line: With steadfast lechery my parents loved each other.
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First Line: Going out to put a hand on the door frame.
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First Line: When they unsort the world’s honesty...
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First Line: Can the speakers know how high the volume’s on?.
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First Line: At odd places when the trees.
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First Line: Oh, suddenly we saw how easy.
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First Line: At the last how many are there, clung.
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First Line: Remember those curls of.
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First Line: At the fountain you bow to drink: that water.
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First Line: After they called and it was only a wolf.
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First Line: One song at a time we crossed.
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First Line: We live in a town clocks hurt. They chase.
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First Line: If we see better through tiny.
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First Line: The men wear the leather jackets, and their mates.
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First Line: Here they worship Beauty and create the perfect mistake.
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First Line: Shepherding people all the time, a host.
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First Line: At first, the song says, Love is.
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First Line: To the man at the door I though my friend.
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First Line: Every morning when day.
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First Line: We teach ourselves how to teach others.
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First Line: On a hill one night away down here in space.
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First Line: Around our city, around these right clocks.
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First Line: Following a dry creek without a bend.
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First Line: Somewhere a signal jammed.
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First Line: Somewhere near the end of a snowshoe trail.
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First Line: Let fawn autumn come.
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First Line: Everyone lost that last bombardment.
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First Line: The Yaquis by the highway417.
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First Line: When cuando the dove la paloma.
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First Line: Besides what happens, ther are.
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First Line: Two days were walking down the street.
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First Line: If I should have that bravery of gaining love.
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First Line: At five o’clock one morning according to the chart.
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First Line: No one need bring back those ponies.
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First Line: One square of the walk says.
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First Line: Watch the career of blue.
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First Line: It remembers. It welcomes.
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First Line: The butcher knife was there.
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First Line: He adjusted the blinds for the morning sun.
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First Line: While he worked he was absent.
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First Line: The State has taught its men a new kind of organized.
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First Line: The centerpiece.
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First Line: In the movies a horse.
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First Line: Suddenly it was Mexico that afternoon.
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First Line: Dogs have dreams of Laika, her free soul.
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First Line: They say we learn by judicious.
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First Line: A girl who lived in a house of stone.
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First Line: Doves are what belong when accepted.
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First Line: Charging in the train across Utah.
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First Line: We began to belong in the country.
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First Line: We had to see our farm despised.
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First Line: Birds at the cemetery sing as wise as they can.
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First Line: Why did my wife buy for my desk.
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First Line: Into the daylight I follow a blind man.
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First Line: The seminar in logic meets under a fan.
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First Line: The old lady from the employment bureau.
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First Line: Knitting two needles to make them.
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First Line: People weren’t worth his politics, he felt.
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First Line: As the air thins - cold weather.
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First Line: Sweeping toward us over the hills.
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First Line: The state forgot to forbid.
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First Line: Day says, “Again.” A lost bird.
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First Line: News of his death peeled off the yellow car.
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First Line: This picture develops in absolute silence.
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First Line: Armies are marching with flags down a long street.
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First Line: These bears that howl their wounds.
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First Line: Whystop, a town made with trees.
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First Line: Students and faculty and Mr. President.
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First Line: Tranced like a cloud, that faint.
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First Line: In our home rocket, one part.
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First Line: Shading my forehead I held our land.
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First Line: Going around in their slow day.
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First Line: Because we deal simply by arrivals.
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First Line: Close, where the unborn eyes begin to swim.
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First Line: Forth from all stone continents forever.
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First Line: This apple story - let it roll a moment.
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First Line: The perfect window is nothing. You.
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First Line: A possum caught its odd-shape breath.
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First Line: Maybe a lawyer, you come to.
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First Line: Sun at the door today: “Found you!”.
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First Line: It was a tall figure in a mask.
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First Line: That grit farm land grain by grain.
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First Line: Telephone and LIght, once on a journey.
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First Line: Be alert..
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First Line: The light inside that camera accepted.
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First Line: Backward and upside down, but with an.
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First Line: They still do not have the right kind of money,
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First Line: Someone is running.
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First Line: In certain homes people with keepsakes lean.
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First Line: A sky like one-way glass persuades you.
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First Line: For days I forget that stare in the zoo,
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First Line: So the world can see into our eyes.
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First Line: Emily’s room looks out on the graves...
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First Line: Wanted: Al Halstead, alias Hal Alstead.
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First Line: Let the car turn, gleam, be the Cadillac.
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First Line: In Kansas there wasn’t any tide.
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First Line: Gandhi falling made the sign of faith.
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First Line: The candle so silent, then the sound.
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First Line: Light from the suNorthwestard window hunts.
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First Line: Wyoming taught pioneers not to be clever,
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First Line: One spring when I was a boy.
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First Line: Before men made moons.
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First Line: No heart hurt, but all reguarded,
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First Line: Rivers have rivers in them,
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First Line: Look where summer was, long.
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First Line: In our little town before the day train.
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First Line: Interviews follow a valley.
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First Line: The man ahead of me in church.
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First Line: You’ll see some time.
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First Line: Once alone on the Coast I saw this Hell.
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First Line: We are lost with all that was best.
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First Line: A master sent this picture out. It won.
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First Line: Awake like a hippopotamus with eyes bulged.
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First Line: The committee bends over my trip.
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First Line: Emblems where your hat was - a cross,
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First Line: While the hunter plunged where he wanted to go,
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First Line: Their cat comes on little fog feet.
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First Line: They rush through the evening light.
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First Line: My hand invented sorrow.
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First Line: They wrote his life who write.
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First Line: The moon, that had God’s name and wore.
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First Line: Patient, I wait by the kitchen table.
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First Line: Men who dream the world.
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First Line: Sentiment, or some other kind of ivy, won’t let.
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First Line: This awakened water coming to touch.
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First Line: We are trained and quiet intellectuals.
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First Line: And the wide forest surrounded.
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First Line: In Wyoming, high, often cold or.
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First Line: Just listen to the river, it’s long story.
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First Line: Those birds came down their.
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First Line: A late driver listens. Police.
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First Line: Haiku go this this.
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First Line: I tense my shoulder. No one knows.
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First Line: Thought, an instinct, wavers for policy.
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First Line: When rain flies down wherever it can through the grass.
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First Line: Slow as molasses” my mother called spring.
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First Line: Picking up chores the first fall day.
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First Line: Somewhere in this town like broken jewelry.
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First Line: May the air somewhere find Marjorie.
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First Line: Like sorrow and their scarves, history.
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First Line: He blinked awake, a child, a shriek.
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First Line: After Shakespeare the wandering tongue.
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First Line: This is the queen, who will die.
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First Line: Years later, on some far mesa, that dog would stand.
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First Line: I learn, like a limousine, Sir Wisdom through. Accepted by:
First Line: It is wrong for the world ever to be a picture.
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First Line: Are people outside the church ever honored.
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First Line: You earn the world back by.
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First Line: Here comes the Governor’s limousine cruising at seventy.
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First Line: Image of me, I follow, eyes closed.
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First Line: News that reaches a cliff and is answered.
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First Line: Beside me perch all the birds we owned.
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First Line: Inside that blast where the deaf live.
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First Line: It starts at the state line, returning; “Torque”.
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First Line: The refrigerator talks, nudges the wall.
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First Line: You are looking at me now.
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First Line: Here under the trade wind that breaks off.
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First Line: That old man on two sticks in the plaza.
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First Line: Sheep cried, then grayed near from hills.
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First Line: A steel chain binds an arm.
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First Line: When the sun touches the ground, larks.
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First Line: At this party I picked the wrong.
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First Line: All events and experiences are local.
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First Line: All night we practiced being no one.
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First Line: Remember for good one little strange thing: last fall.
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First Line: Geese have taken to checking our town of late.
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First Line: Engines rehearse probability.
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First Line: The poor, who own estates we hardly know.
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First Line: Tradition is out. What was.
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First Line: At the edge of our woods one morning.
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First Line: In that land this land recedes from no one.
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First Line: If I open my hand, the line there still says.
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First Line: If we built on the slope.
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First Line: Let the tide cream near. Why.
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First Line: Air all over valley through all hand.
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First Line: It was all simple and square.
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First Line: Someone comes by and says they know.
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First Line: Limbs fall. Wind garbles.
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First Line: You see a tent curve over a family.
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First Line: A man taps a message out. A water pipe, say.
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First Line: One by one people abandon caution.
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First Line: There was a bird that sang one time.
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First Line: Dandelions in that air where nothing.
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First Line: Our near course ends with you gone far.
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First Line: Under old newspapers in the park.
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First Line: Again, for months, you live by.
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First Line: Sudden as red is, today arrives.
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First Line: A boy cherished by his parents.
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First Line: Some things I know hard.
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First Line: Yes, bandits carry tiger insurance here.
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First Line: Too many ways to say “Truth” compete.
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First Line: Migrations of little positive things.
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First Line: We enter a hall in the music building.
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First Line: Each time too late, we saw.
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First Line: I walk their kingdom with my stupid feet.
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First Line: The birds that winter blew past our yard.
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First Line: In rooms at night.
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First Line: We found a place for our town.
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First Line: It all uncoils because the land humps real.
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First Line: When running is all you can do.
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First Line: Across the plain some doll goes. You.
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First Line: A sundown after nothing - all that.
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First Line: They are making new stories faster than people can read.
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First Line: On that page where the whole world moved.
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First Line: When I was little, and bowed.
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First Line: Down from rock to shale to sand.
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First Line: A girl smiles Eden; the wind blows Arabia.
First Line: An acorn falls on our roof in the night.
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First Line: I had a comrade. I guess he lost his way.
First Line: I held the little trees away.
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First Line: Insistent at the balconies of leaves.
First Line: In these rooms where light curtains blow.
First Line: In this gray pine-held land of furtive eyes.
First Line: I steeply think of you, then drag my breath.
First Line: I wanted to close her eyes, and went.
First Line: It does not take a blaze to prove I’ve seen.
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First Line: Many were the stealthy years, and caravans nosing. Accepted by: Illiterati.
First Line: My gull thoughts may swerve along a shore.
First Line: Now is glass and an egg and gossamer in the wind.
First Line: One day in youth with laughing friends surrounded.
First Line: One day turning, unresting in mountain sunlight.
First Line: On vehement-green Southern sod.
First Line: Out of sleep I came with open eyes.
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First Line: She cried out and held me, but she did not love me.
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First Line: The pale June garden was high green springtime.
First Line: They kill in this war, but not from a sickness.
First Line: This is the tangy land of wide, strong, sunlit places.
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First Line: Though wind be iron against ringing hill.
First Line: Time fills the canyon, stillness of dim bowl.
First Line: To give our lives a name, a realm to talk in.
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First Line: Ella should live on a street like a song.
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First Line: All braided into torrents falls.
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First Line: Blue, blue forever ever and ever falling.
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First Line: Doves in the dust of our pacifist camp.
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First Line: falling forward.
First Line: I do not believe in those eyes, soundless.
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First Line: If I could remember all at once -- but I have forgotten.
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First Line: I heard the homeless laugh.
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First Line: Medals are fastened with ribbon.
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First Line: Men store their carefulness in things.
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First Line: Silently down from Big Pine Mountains, white.
First Line: Snowflake in the life of the world.
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First Line: Song, where shall I hold your width.
First Line: Their gains are small in the campaign.
First Line: Their voices were stilled across the land.
First Line: There is a person who listens*.
First Line: There was a flowering bush one time by where I ....
First Line: These valiant, these sailers without qualm.
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First Line: They said it was the Great Divide.
First Line: They say sound is the ear and sight the eye.
First Line: Just at sundown, this is the heart.
First Line: This land, the coast I found, the low dark line.
First Line: This turn of the hand is for them.
First Line: This whimpering child is an army.
First Line: We have a Sabbath; it’s from long ago.
First Line: We must dedicate our lives!” The speaker views.
First Line: What’s that --.
First Line: When we look up from sorrow toward the dark.
First Line: While we sat on the lawn in the shade.
First Line: Why should I fray grass with the feet*.
First Line: With runaway wild smoke across the brain.
Compiled at Gansner Bar, California on January 8, 1945.
First Line: I will call you by your softest name.
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First Line: Some people keep a large and savage messiah.
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First Line: The wrath of God is offered at a fire sale.
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First Line: We are pinboys at their bowling alley.
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First Line: Which are the men who killed your son?.
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First Line: I carry pieces of my world before the crowd.
First Line: Following the velvet trail, I found their shrine.
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First Line: Father’s house stood.
First Line: A red army is advancing.
First Line: Death was there one morning.
First Line: A man with grey long coat, with half-soled shoes.
First Line: Go home, little world.
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First Line: Gone, gone. So silent..
First Line: He was like everyone else,.
First Line: I do not love the truth.
First Line: If any ask, say yes.
First Line: In front of theaters I see the tall and bold.
First Line: It’s an old story.
First Line: Watch our smoke curdle up out of the chimney.
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First Line: Not many of you in the world remember.
First Line: Now, gardens bound our world.
First Line: Part of the earth not made to walk on.
First Line: Shall we have that singing in the evening?.
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First Line: Silent the big dark ranger came down.
First Line: The beach professionals.
First Line: The one who said “No violence”.
First Line: The person with our treasure swings.
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First Line: The pupil of the son.
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First Line: The reason you cannot say anything is....
First Line: There are no mountains here, no sea, no name.
First Line: There was a roar in battle, Jericho to come,.
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First Line: There was a time when valor wore old shoes.
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First Line: They handle the ripe smooth fruit.
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First Line: They taught me to be hurt.
First Line: Our wilderness, the world.
First Line: They flawed when struck.
First Line: To drink the dark we close the eyes.
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First Line: Turn off the lamp, wait,.
First Line: Walking away, bending his knees.
First Line: We hear, whispering in our veins.
First Line: What they told us on Christmas was all right.
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First Line: Whoever stands uncertain in the night.
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First Line: Words were our summer.
First Line: You driving 35.
First Line: You might as well put.
First Line: Your tragedy before the ship goes down.
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Compiled at ???? on January 8, 1945.
Mostly unpublished poems.
First Line: You are famous in my mind.
First Line: All violent like the knife that drove.
First Line: Alone they set the only God.
First Line: And there I sat on my swami.
First Line: A note on solemn war.
First Line: Catch the pattering soul, God, with.
First Line: For Bessie, who always knew pain.
First Line: He whetted his wit on words.
First Line: I came out of blindness-.
First Line: I come from afar.
First Line: I had forgotten the clown in me.
First Line: I’m glad the heart sleeps.
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First Line: In that bright place the earth is always dry.
First Line: I want an old sunset.
First Line: Like a big black dog we followed their question home.
First Line: Like a big black dog I followed your question home.
First Line: Not a loud sound, the buzz of the rattlesnake.
First Line: Not a loud sound, the buzz of the rattlesnake.
First Line: So mildly there from far away.
First Line: Square on a German wagon.
First Line: That land spoke.
First Line: The biggen weight was iron.
First Line: The first thing that grows in the spring.
First Line: The hairy faced who walk like aged bears.
First Line: The little days have known, with their big eyes.
First Line: The meditative crane.
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First Line: The midgets of war have loud hollow guns.
First Line: The sky is hunting some one-.
First Line: Their tranquil lives like moss on ponds.
First Line: Unto a great deaf mountain.
First Line: Violence lowered its lids of silence.
First Line: When we went into town.
First Line: You have made tracks in our snow!.
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First Line: I go down into truth the hard way.
First Line: All around the biggest bay the curious hive.
First Line: All over the world meeting briefly.
First Line: heard the chipping.
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First Line: Held that gold over it.
First Line: Here where the pen secretes wisdom.
First Line: How many young have gone by here slow.
First Line: I heard some oath in boots mug the red beer.
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First Line: I heard the shadowed quip.
First Line: I thought they shouldn’t turn the light so low.
First Line: Oh, ingots in gingham.
First Line: Slope raised green and on up aiming true.
First Line: Some invisible tower.
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First Line: Something from somewhere bows the trees.
First Line: That stray no one.
First Line: The leaves, the stir of it.
First Line: The place by the ear.
First Line: The wind that knows long walls is like my mind.
First Line: They listened to him say his creed.
First Line: When I walked along the earth.
First Line: When I was a kid, then love was a pup.
First Line: When we saw all of our friends, the helpers together.
First Line: Whenever we loved, our hearts were rolled.
First Line: While one bird bears the noon.
First Line: You dropped into my morning a sound.
First Line: Your small face in the bird well.
First Line: Your small face in the bird well.
First Line: Foreman’s house in the shade of a tree.
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First Line: Born in a town by a water tank.
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First Line: If I could be all alone.
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First Line: The one that wasn’t scared.
First Line: Again today I have not saved the world.
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First Line: A leader I met.
First Line: A million explosions went out.
First Line: Down here off the leaned back land.
First Line: Down wall, cat, and the twenty claws.
First Line: How many have really lived that hill?.
First Line: If the world hasn’t reminded me,.
First Line: I have jerked out of a fall.
First Line: In all the world you saw.
First Line: Learn somehow to achieve grey.
First Line: How one knew how to mean slow.
First Line: Our weight swings on a sagging hinge.
First Line: Over the world.
First Line: Perched there, footed on stone, up high.
First Line: Reading the morning news.
First Line: The fields may be green, or some other color.
First Line: The gray nets of the fisher boat.
First Line: The kind of gashed healed with iodine.
First Line: The ticket men wait by the ramp.
First Line: There in the deep room.
First Line: The way home.
First Line: This life cloth in daylight, pulled and shrunk.
First Line: The wheat’ll vittle you all.
First Line: We must cannot tell.
First Line: Your tears fell on my eyes.
First Line: Nothing, nothing, somewhere I’ll achieve to nothing.
First Line: Thought out over the desert.
First Line: I have a horse.
First Line: Broken but not harvested.
First Line: Down the long grade into Denver.
First Line: I have wondered with what kind of shoes.
First Line: As it was, we all shuddered through.
First Line: Listen, captain, tighten your puttees;.
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First Line: Old dog was here for someone.
First Line: Short boys who do tall things.
First Line: That ragged path, now studied with bloom.
First Line: The sand blaster come polishing along.
First Line: The wind like tearing silk all night.
First Line: When the tiger doesn’t move.
First Line: When tides of green lay deep.
First Line: Who grab cold and spite.
First Line: When I burned the papers a wind from the dark.
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First Line: On the beach at Nescowin we heard the sand.
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First Line: In the white morning before day.
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First Line: I know how timid the August river pauses.
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First Line: It cannot make any difference to you.
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First Line: In this the year of the bomb.
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First Line: Touched the walls on every side again -.
First Line: I heard the homeless laugh.
First Line: I looked for the town.
First Line: Peace on my little town, a speck in the safe....
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First Line: Slash thought and a thunder of miles distant.
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First Line: A man should always have a friend, a wall.
First Line: At evening on Feb. 26, the long flat sunlight.
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First Line: Bending over, watching them quietly.
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First Line: Blue, blue forever ever and ever falling.
First Line: Crept through a forest and stopped where a limb.
First Line: Far up the canyon where the salmon leap.
First Line: For pigs the click of the pail is enough.
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First Line: I’m glad the heart sleeps..
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First Line: One day I stood, small shoes upon the sand.
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First Line: Only the children play in the snow.
First Line: Our father owned a star.
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First Line: Rain censors distant things; haze dims far hills.
First Line: Some lines go trotting far across the page....
First Line: I am pinboy at their bowling alley.
First Line: Some people keep a large and savage messiah.
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First Line: The wrath of God is offered at a fire sale.
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First Line: Snowflake in the life of the world.
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First Line: Stern duty is a bitter thought.
First Line: The birds that winter blew past our yard.
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First Line: The burning city of my sorrow hurts.
First Line: The meditative crane.
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First Line: This land, the coast I found, the low dark line.
First Line: Three somber wheeling buzzards tatalize a vortex.
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First Line: Twelve slow wild geese beat by.
First Line: We called it the chaparral.
Assembled in 1960.
table of contents.
first section contents.
First Line: West of your city into the fern.
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First Line: Mine was a Midwest home - you can keep your world.
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First Line: On the third finger of my left hand.
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First Line: Setting a trotline after sundown.
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First Line: Those teal with traveling wings.
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First Line: Cedars darkened their slow way.
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First Line: My father could hear a little animal step.
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First Line: The night my father died the moon shone on the snow.
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First Line: In my sixties I will buy a hat.
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First Line: A telephone line goes cold.
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First Line: Anyone with quiet pace who.
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First Line: Under the killdeer cry.
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First Line: Down in the Frantic Mountains.
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First Line: From Old Fort Walla Walla and the Klickitats.
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First Line: When they factoried Billy the Kid’s Gun.
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First Line: Far as the night goes, brittle as the stars.
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First Line: Something sent me out in these desert places.
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First Line: A tumbleweed that was trying.
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First Line: At noon in the desert a panting lizard.
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First Line: Dogs that eat fish edging tidewater die.
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First Line: Light wind at Grand Prairie, drifting snow.
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First Line: One scene as I bow to pour her coffee.
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First Line: Downstream they have killed the river and built a dam.
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First Line: Some years ago I first hunted on Sauvies Island.
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First Line: We must go back and find a trail on the ground.
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First Line: In the crept hours on our street.
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First Line: In the crept hours on our street.
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First Line: Think of the miles we left.
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First Line: Past the middle of the continent.
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First Line: Water leaps from lava near Hagerman.
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First Line: Those who wear green glasses through Nevada.
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First Line: Gasoline makes game scarce.
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First Line: Sometimes up out of this land.
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First Line: The least little sound sets the coyotes walking.
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First Line: Into any sound important.
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First Line: Sometimes the light when evening fails.
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First Line: Back of the stride of the power line.
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First Line: Not thinking other than how the hand works.
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First Line: The well rising without sound.
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First Line: If you don’t know the kind of person I am.
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First Line: Ours is a low, curst, under-swamp land.
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First Line: Because our world hardened.
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First Line: It was time. Arriving at Long Lake the storm.
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First Line: It is people at the edge who say.
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First Line: Deaf to process, alive only to ends.
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First Line: In front of the courthouse holding the adaptable flag.
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First Line: There dwelt in a cave, and winding I thought lower.
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First Line: You reading this page, this trial.
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Assembled in 1962.
contents page 1.
contents page 2.
subtitle, pt.1.
First Line: Traveling through the dark I found a deer.
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First Line: On Main one night when they sounded the chimes.
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First Line: The responsible sound of the lawnmower.
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First Line: Over the hill came horsemen, horsemen.
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First Line: In the late night listening fom bed.
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First Line: I do tricks in order to know.
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First Line: Its little eye stares “On” in its forehead.
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First Line: We heard thunder. Nothing great - on high.
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First Line: My father didn’t really belong in history.
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First Line: Answers are just echoes, they say. But.
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First Line: We saw a town by the track in Colorado.
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First Line: It starts before light.
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First Line: There was a river under First and Main.
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First Line: First the soul of our house left, up the chimney.
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First Line: Indiana felt the ice.
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First Line: While she was talking a bear happened along, violating.
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First Line: These mountains have heard God.
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First Line: The wind came every night like an animal.
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First Line: By footworn boards, by steps.
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First Line: By the secret that holds the forest up.
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First Line: Tonight beyond the determined moon.
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First Line: The earth says have a place; be what that place requires.
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First Line: The cheetah levels at one far deer.
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First Line: The seed that met water spoke a little name.
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First Line: Calmly through the bars observe.
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First Line: In Antarctica drooping their little shoulders.
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First Line: Day after day up here beating my wings.
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First Line: A star hit in the hills behind our house.
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First Line: Into the desert, trading people for horses.
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First Line: When we write, fighting feedback, eedback, dback.
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First Line: Crisis they call it? - when.
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First Line: The Apache word for love twists.
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First Line: You are famous in my mind.
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First Line: This as memory to a bloodhound’s nose.
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First Line: Girl in the front row who had no mother.
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First Line: They call it regional, this relevence.
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First Line: Stll faces on the wall: that look.
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First Line: Falling separate into the dark.
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First Line: Summer Will Rise till the houses fear.
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First Line: Evening came, a paw, to the gray hut by the river.
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First Line: We stood by the library. It was an August night.
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First Line: A passerby being fair about sacrifice.
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First Line: Mother is gone. Bird songs wouldn’t let her breathe.
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First Line: In every life poor body earns its own evil.
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First Line: We have lived in that room larger than the world.
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First Line: On upland farms into abandoned wells.
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First Line: The beak of dawn’s rooster pecked.
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First Line: A gather of apricots fruit pickers left.
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First Line: A needle knows everything lengthwise.
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First Line: Animals own a fur world.
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First Line: She used to write, ribboning our talk away.
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First Line: Like that, I put the next thing in your hand.
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First Line: From all encounters vintages ensue.
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First Line: We have a dog named “Here”.
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First Line: Two people meet. The sky turns winter.
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First Line: Pods of summer crowd around the door.
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First Line: Good things will happen.
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First Line: Our car was fierce enough.
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First Line: In the canoe wilderness branches wait for winter.
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First Line: Imagine a voice calling.
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First Line: Sometimes you watch the fire.
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First Line: At the end of their ragged field.
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First Line: My mother was afraid.
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First Line: In my sleep a little man cries, “Faker! Faker!”.
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First Line: At Cove at our camp on the Crooked River.
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First Line: Mountains crowded around on the north.
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First Line: Many a time driving over the Coast Range.
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First Line: At night sometimes the big fog roams in tall.
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First Line: When I face north a lost Cree.
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First Line: A storm that needed a mountain.
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First Line: Remembering mountain farms.
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First Line: At the border of October.
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First Line: Think of a river beyond your thought.
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First Line: Night huddled our towm.
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First Line: In a world where no one knows for sure.
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First Line: This dream the world is having about itself.
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Approved nov 17.
A collection of poems - to Eliz. Lawrence.
earlier subtitle, pt.3.
A collection (2 pp.) sent to David Wagoner.
extra poems offered....
Approach.
Beloit Poetry Journal.
Botteghe Oscure.
Colorado Quarterly.
Contact.
Commonweal and Compass.
December.
Fiddlehead.
Harpers.
Hudson Review.
Inland.
Kenyon Review.
Listen.
The Nation.
New Mexico Quarterly.
New Orleans Poetry Journal.
New Republic.
New Yorker.
Northwest Review.
State of Oregon.
Paris Review.
Pioneer Log.
Poetry.
Poetry Book Society.
Poetry Northwest.
Prairie Schooner.
Saturday Review.
Sounthwest Review.
Talisman.
University of Portland Review.
Western Review.
Yale Review.
Assembled in 1966.
Poetry....
Poems scheduled for The Rescued Year.
Poems scheduled for use in Rescued Year....
section contents.
First Line: Many a winter night.
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First Line: Neither do I love a gloomy virtue.
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First Line: My family slept those level miles.
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First Line: He picks up what he thinks is.
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First Line: The girl who used to sing in the choir.
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First Line: All her kamikaze friends admired my aunt.
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First Line: South of the bridge on Seventeenth.
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First Line: Take a model of the world so big.
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First Line: Under my hat I custom you intricate, Ella.
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First Line: I accuse.
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First Line: Some catastrophes are better than others.
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First Line: This town is haunted by some good deed.
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First Line: Mine was a Midwest home - you can keep your world.
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First Line: The left side of her world is gone.
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First Line: Breaking every law except the one.
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First Line: A horse could gallop over our bridge that minnows.
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First Line: Mother, here there are shadowy salmon.
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First Line: One scene as I bow to pour here coffee.
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First Line: One after another, fish fast over the fence.
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First Line: A telephone line goes cold.
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First Line: My father could hear a little animal step.
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First Line: The well rising without sound.
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First Line: At noon in the desert a panting lizard.
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First Line: Talk like a jellyfish can ruin a party.
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First Line: That good river that flowed backward.
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First Line: One of the lies the world is compelled to tell.
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First Line: Early in March we pitched our scar.
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First Line: In the last storm, when hawks.
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First Line: Star Guides.
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First Line: When the Presidential candidate came to our town.
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First Line: This air the mountains watch, in Oregon, holds.
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First Line: Frightened at the slant of the writing, I looked up.
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First Line: Setting a trotline after sundown.
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First Line: Ours is a low, curst, under-swamp land.
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First Line: Even the flaws were good.
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First Line: In scenery I like flat country.
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First Line: Downstream they have killed the river and built a dam.
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First Line: Anyone with quiet pace who.
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First Line: The war chief danced the old way.
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First Line: Wind riffles a telephone book.
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First Line: Under the killdeer cry.
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First Line: You have to take the road seriously.
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First Line: Dear ones, watching us on any street.
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First Line: The freezing convict wanted.
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First Line: Teeth meet on a jugular, pause, and bite.
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First Line: A rock, a leaf, mud, even the grass.
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First Line: That yew tree in the woods, that hermit.
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First Line: God is never sure He has found.
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First Line: Tonight in our secret town.
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First Line: Your day self shimmers at the mouth of a desert cave.
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First Line: A whistle had already loomed, outside.
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First Line: Not thinking other than how the hand works.
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First Line: If there is a forest anywhere.
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First Line: Walking ice across the lake’s eye.
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First Line: The farther he went the farther home grew.
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First Line: What the keen hound followed.
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First Line: In the crept hours on our street.
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First Line: History is a story God is Telling.
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First Line: Walking along in this not quite prose way.
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First Line: One day across the lake where echoes come now.
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First Line: The bow bent remembers home long.
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First Line: Suppose a heroic deed.
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Assembled in 1954.
First Line: Into any sound important.
First Line: Under my hat I custom you intricate, Goldy.
First Line: There was a tree surprised by light.
First Line: Alone here with a stranger.
First Line: My father could hear a little animal step.
First Line: Walking along in this not quite prose way.
First Line: Anybody here know the old dance.
First Line: Image of me, I follow, eyes closed.
First Line: Because our church cut the wind.
First Line: On every merry-go-round there was one hideous rider.
First Line: The responsible sound of the lawnmower.
First Line: Because our world hardened.
First Line: The eerie eyes of normal people.
First Line: It is so quiet on the moon.
First Line: My hand invented sorrow.
First Line: Kathleen, you may bear burghers. Goodbye.
First Line: Along my river frogs like thought.
First Line: If this is a cave - the solid world.
First Line: In relief, the way time touches a carving.
First Line: At every level, down to duck feet on the pavement.
First Line: Rats at the pilings, holding them firm.
First Line: A man of no great mark, a snarl of string.
First Line: This apple compliment - let it roll a moment.
First Line: At five o’clock one morning according to the chart.
First Line: Later the moth can follow the string.
First Line: Talk like a jellyfish can ruin a party.
First Line: Icing the four rivers around the world.
First Line: I helped make this groove.
First Line: Down in the Frantic Mountains.
First Line: From old Fort Walla Walla and the Klickitats.
First Line: At night creating mushrooms, bending fern.
First Line: Mother, here there are shadowy salmon.
First Line: In the Cimarron Hills.
First Line: Downstream they have killed the river - built a dam.
First Line: Sometimes up out of this land.
Assembled in 1971.
Cascade Head Project. Assembled in 1975.
Originally assembled in 1981. The 1981 put-together is housed in Box 17, Folder C7.
Assembled in 1979.
Poems to Jeff Daniel Marion.
Photographs to Jeff Daniel Marion.
Phographs to Jeff Daniel Marion p.2.
Cover page to submissions lists.
First Line: Something comes through the brush on its hands and knees.
First Line: Of a sudden outside the window the leaves.
First Line: Rainwater gray, a window the morning makes.
Assembled in 1970.
Cover note.
title page
back jacket copy
First Line: Late, at the beginning of cold.
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subtitle
First Line: We were going to the highes dune.
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First Line: We were going to the highest dune.
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First Line: Ours are the streets where Bess first met her.
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First Line: The only relics left are those long.
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First Line: The city man got dust on his shoes and carried.
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First Line: There was the slow girl in art class.
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First Line: When you came out of your house.
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First Line: Every lamp that approves its foot.
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First Line: To Geronimo rocks were the truth.
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First Line: The mirror cared less and less at the last, but.
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First Line: No need to get home early.
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First Line: Sublette moved up the Cimarron alert.
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First Line: That was his land, but no one there to know. By.
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First Line: Clouds on the hills. I hear a throat voice.
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First Line: Rain finds lost beach toys, on.
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First Line: A part of the wind goes around her face.
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First Line: Brown in the snow, a car with a heater.
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First Line: He talked like an old gun killing buffalo.
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First Line: The writer’s home he salvages from little pieces.
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First Line: People who come back refuse to touch.
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First Line: The little towns day found.
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First Line: First the falls, then the cave.
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First Line: In the cave behind the falls.
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First Line: After the fall drive, the last.
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First Line: After they passed I climbed.
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First Line: Said a blind fish loved that lake.
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First Line: Here in our cloud we talk.
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First Line: Dear Governor.
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First Line: Part of the time sun, part of.
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First Line: Wide, no limit, the whole.
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First Line: Somewhere, I think in Dakota.
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First Line: That town, those days, composed grand.
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First Line: Both sides fought stillness.
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First Line: In the turn of neck a wolverine offered.
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First Line: Earth at large in constellations.
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First Line: Tea at a campfire.
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First Line: Sometimes before great events a person will try.
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First Line: Loose reins, the pony finds.
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First Line: This new kind of metal will not suffer.
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First Line: The loudest sound in our car.
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First Line: Like a little stone, feel the shadow of the great earth.
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First Line: Straw, feathers, dust.
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First Line: As usual the highest birds first.
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First Line: One campfire higher every year.
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First Line: You thinkers, prisoners of what will work.
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First Line: Epitaph.
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First Line: Aristotle was a little man with.
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First Line: That one great window puts forth.
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First Line: When God’s parachute failed.
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First Line: A sign said “How to be Wild.
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First Line: Quiet.
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First Line: Light.
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First Line: Treat the world as if it really existed.
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First Line: Vacation? Our children took our love apart.
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First Line: First no sound, then you hear it.
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First Line: A lake on the map of Canada.
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First Line: Much travel moves mountains large.
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First Line: The wide field that was the rest of the world.
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First Line: All still when summer is over.
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First Line: Home late, one lamp turned low.
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First Line: At thousands of places on any.
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First Line: The years to come (empty boxcars.
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First Line: It is time for all the heroes to go home.
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First Line: It was all the clods at once become.
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First Line: To walk anywhere in the world, to live.
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First Line: To walk anywhere in the world.
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First Line: To walk anywhere in the world.
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First Line: At least at night, a streetlight.
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subtitle, part 1.
First Line: Look: no one ever promised for sure.
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First Line: Motorcycle, count my sins.
First Line: Now that the moon is out of a job.
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First Line: Outside our ways you found.
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First Line: Toward the last in the morning she could not.
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First Line: Dear Sir.
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First Line: What if he came back, astounded.
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First Line: An elegy is really about the wilting of a flower.
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First Line: Remember T.J.?.
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First Line: Winter adopted her.
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First Line: Things that say clear, linger.
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First Line: Even pain you can take, in waves.
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First Line: After our trip one town was lost.
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First Line: Even in the cave of the night when you.
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First Line: We live like this: no one but.
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First Line: Now as we cross this white page together.
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First Line: It is a little day: no flags.
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First Line: Open the rain and go in.
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First Line: What is that stiff figure.
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First Line: They film a woman falling from a bridge.
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First Line: Fur came near, night inside it.
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First Line: Someone went by in the alley.
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First Line: Where snow can’t find them.
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First Line: We put our hands on the window - cold.
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First Line: Rain touches your face just a daylight.
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First Line: Many things in the world have.
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First Line: What’s down in the earth.
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First Line: After the last class in the empty room.
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First Line: Think of the shark’s tiny brain.
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First Line: It isn’t your claim, or mine, or.
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First Line: Half-wild, I hear a wolf.
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First Line: For anyone, for anyone.
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First Line: No sound - a spell - on, on out.
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subtitle, part 2.
First Line: So long ago that we weren’t people then.
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First Line: These are some canyons.
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First Line: One day sun found a new canyon.
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First Line: Late, you can hear the stars. And beyond them.
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First Line: Mushroom, Soft Ear, Old Memory.
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First Line: One plane dragging its.
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First Line: The best way is, watch the moon after you.
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First Line: On a relief map.
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First Line: A long rope of gray smoke was.
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First Line: One time Wind World.
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First Line: Deer have stood around our house.
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First Line: When the earth doesn’t shake, when the sky.
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First Line: The father staggers to act it all out.
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First Line: No foot comes here, where.
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First Line: She planted bullets in a windowbox.
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First Line: Wisdom is having things right in your life.
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First Line: An owl - the cold with eyes.
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First Line: Little animals call.
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First Line: You ramble over the wilderness, a bear or.
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First Line: Touched by the blast, I.
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First Line: subtitle, part 3.
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First Line: It happens lonely - no one.
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First Line: Making these word things.
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First Line: Halfway across a bridge one night.
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First Line: Freedom is not following a river.
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First Line: Leaves took them in, lost.
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First Line: Wherever I work, some vibrations.
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First Line: The morning man came in to report.
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First Line: This is the hand I dipped in the Missouri.
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First Line: Where we live, the teakettle whistles out.
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First Line: Blackberries are back. They cling near.
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First Line: The flat people in magazines hear.
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First Line: A woman forged her face.
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First Line: Snow on the mountain - water in.
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First Line: Without the style of Ozymandias, therefore.
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First Line: They operate from elsewhere.
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First Line: Inside this camera I am tied to the film.
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First Line: Uncle Relevant has.
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First Line: The stick in the forest that pointed.
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First Line: Sometimes I think how heartbeat by heartbeat.
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First Line: As the living pass, they bow.
Assembled in 1977.
First Line: epigraph: You again, raindrop.
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subtitle, part 1.
First Line: Remind me again - together we.
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First Line: Inside the trees, where tomorrow.
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First Line: If you were exchanged in the cradle and.
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First Line: What does the floor hear - that cousin to earth?.
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First Line: The people around me.
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First Line: Of the many histories, Earth tells only one.
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First Line: One day we sang.
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First Line: In the form of mist, from under a stone.
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First Line: I am the wind. Long ago.
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First Line: Cold nights outside the taverns in Wyoming.
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First Line: Today outside your prison I stand.
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First Line: Today outside your prison I stand .
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First Line: From my head this bubble labeled “Love”.
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First Line: Guitar string is.
First Line: Away down deep and away up high.
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First Line: Remember how bright it is.
First Line: Downhill, any gait will serve.
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First Line: They make a song for their dogs, up north.
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First Line: Loves upturned faces, laves everybody.
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First Line: Ducks begin to wake - they’ll never.
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First Line: For years I was tuned a few notes too high.
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First Line: When they brought me here from the north island.
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First Line: Pascal glanced at infinity.
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First Line: Grass that was moving found all shades of brown.
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First Line: One of my wings beat faster.
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First Line: This is the field where the battle did not happen.
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First Line: My name is Old Mortality - mine is the hand.
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First Line: One of your lives, hurt by the mere sight of.
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First Line: Some time when the river is ice, ask me.
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First Line: A bird inside a box, the box will.
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First Line: In breath, where little kingdoms hide.
First Line: As I traveled the earth I heard.
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First Line: Here is a cup left empty in their.
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First Line: There could be an island.
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First Line: Beyond silence, on the other side merging.
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First Line: Hat pulled low at work.
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First Line: You stand in the magnet’s embrace.
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First Line: In an owl cry, night became real night.
First Line: We wondered what our walk should mean.
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First Line: This town has a spire.
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First Line: Where the wind ended and we came down.
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First Line: You dream in The Sunset. Blood flows from the pickup.
First Line: The sheep don’t know if it’s cold. They stand.
First Line: What if a buffalo eye, big.
First Line: Fleet as a bronco the road goes.
First Line: A north wind caught young cottonwoods.
First Line: Coming down the hill into this town.
First Line: Over near Tensleep the highway comes down.
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Dedication.
Second dedication.
First Line: Go, little book I never thought.
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First Line: The light along the hills in the morning.
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First Line: Quiet when I come home, you.
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First Line: Sacred for what’s not yet done.
First Line: When they come by, I sing them away.
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First Line: There are songs too wide for sound.
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First Line: They kept it all level. And low. Even.
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First Line: In The North a great wind lived.
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First Line: Some other year, if the sun.
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First Line: They have other studies in their eyes.
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First Line: Into the forest under the bough.
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First Line: All day devoted to earth.
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First Line: Wolf howls alone devastated the West.
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First Line: Dolphins live like heroes without hands.
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First Line: In the afternoon I wander away through.
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First Line: Built slowly from fog, led.
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First Line: It’s cold on Lakeside Road.
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First Line: Mornings a shaft of light pauses to read.
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First Line: It is the stones, they say, that began.
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First Line: Little animals call.
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First Line: By luck, it finds where to flow.
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First Line: Into its frost-white branches.
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First Line: Descending at 60 the slow dream of the freeway.
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First Line: In the world of Augustine a part of God.
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First Line: An early place - come near and look.
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First Line: The whole weight of the ocean smashes on rocks.
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First Line: Deep in the morning.
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First Line: Try it, being stil in the mountains.
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First Line: Had you noticed - a shadow.
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First Line: There are people on a parallel way. We do not.
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First Line: They struggled their legs and blindly loved, those puppies.
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First Line: Listen - this is a faint station.
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First Line: How far friends are! They forget you.
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First Line: She came out of the field - low.
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First Line: To know the other world you turn.
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First Line: Now and again in some sound you discover.
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First Line: Consider the slow descent.
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First Line: One time when the wind blows it is years.
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First Line: We were driving the river road.
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First Line: Because it was good, we were afraid.
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First Line: Now is the time of the moths that come.
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First Line: It’s a sensational story.
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First Line: A shadow hides in every stone.
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First Line: The whole weight of the river.
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First Line: By believing, you can get there - that edge.
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First Line: When the world vanishes, I will come back.
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First Line: After it came down from the mountains.
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First Line: There is blindness; there is.
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First Line: One winter - open, I remember it was.
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First Line: No, not dark. Even at night a glow from a shaft.
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First Line: Surrounded by air, we live where.
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First Line: Jean, who no longer is, was.
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First Line: A Parachute catches and suddenly you know.
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First Line: It came silent in my thought.
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First Line: Where others ran I run my hand.
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First Line: A light - it’s only the sun - has broken.
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First Line: Sometimes it happens a storm.
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First Line: A candle went down its long stair.
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First Line: Why does this house have no windows, Mother?.
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First Line: You look over the edge, down, down.
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First Line: You learn to like the scene that everything.
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First Line: Maybe (it’s a fear), maybe.
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First Line: It is war. They put us on a train and.
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First Line: I guess I thought it was music - that sound.
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First Line: Sometimes, loping along, I almost find.
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First Line: Walls hold each other up when they meet.
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First Line: From their wide, still country words.
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First Line: When there was air, when you could.
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First Line: Over these writings I bent my head.
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First Line: Sometime tou’ll walk all night. You’ll.
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First Line: Some of the cars are yellow, that go.
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First Line: One day all the people c ome out on to the street.
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First Line: In my cradle and then driving.
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First Line: Everything that happens is the message.
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First Line: When I came back to earth, it was my bike.
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First Line: On the road last night I heard the tires.
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First Line: Whispering to each handhold, “I’ll be back”.
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First Line: They want a wilderness with a map.
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First Line: Ants, when they meet each other.
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First Line: They had this cloud they kept like a zeppelin.
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First Line: We would get a map of our farm as big.
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First Line: Our mother knew our worth.
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First Line: All right, I’ll ask about home: - How is the grass.
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First Line: They brought me where it was bright and said.
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First Line: Who challenged my soldier mother?.
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First Line: After the test they sent an expert .
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First Line: It will be coming toward Earth, and.
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First Line: If no one moved on order, she would kill.
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First Line: Keeping your word is like putting a bell into.
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First Line: This passport your face (not you.
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First Line: If you close this book, one page.
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First Line: We were alone one night on a long.
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First Line: I give you the rain, its long hollow.
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First Line: What the blind have for their light.
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First Line: My mother, who opened my eyes, who.
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First Line: A few leaves flutter still, even on the maple.
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First Line: Day brings what is going to be. Trees.
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First Line: On still days when country telephone.
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First Line: Why should it be anguish (but anguish.
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First Line: It is like a color inside your head that.
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First Line: I.m standing at Lakeside Drive with my bike.
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First Line: Tell me, you years I had for my life.
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First Line: Say it’s a picnic on the Fourth of July.
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First Line: The girl hiding in the hall on the ferry.
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First Line: Grandpa gives me a candy watch.
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First Line: Someone said, stirring their tea, “I would.
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First Line: Once when the waves were talking one said.
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First Line: It is my hope that those who blame.
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First Line: The color that really is comes over a desert.
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First Line: Through many doors it’s been - through.
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First Line: After the chores are done I tune.
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First Line: The octopus would be my model.
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First Line: While I was dying I saw a flower.
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First Line: Fire took the house. Black bricks.
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First Line: Remember that party we had, the one.
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First Line: When evening had flowed between houses.
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First Line: There was a certain flake. For miles it.
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First Line: Listening late at parties, hearing.
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First Line: Think now of a mountain - say, that one.
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First Line: When we heard it like an ocean.
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First Line: Once after we hid from each other you passed.
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First Line: Home from far, moon on the wing.
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First Line: On that street in San Francisco.
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First Line: The young man who has to look.
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First Line: Those days, having the morning clouds, and with no one.
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First Line: In the hills today if you bow.
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First Line: From our balloon floating early.
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typescripts for 3 of 11 poems, notes for 4 others. "An attempt Oct 79 to gather...."
First Line: All still - when summer is over.
First Line: Hurt people crawl....
First Line: In fog a tree steps back....
First Line: They hurt no one....
First Line: Today will be listen day.
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First Line: Across the snowed-in roof.
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First Line: No one who trusts words can learn.
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First Line: Arrayed like Solomon.
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First Line: Yellow light.
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First Line: You can hear the calendar munching leaves in autumn.
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First Line: In the shaggy field.
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First Line: Tired that day we were: we found.
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First Line: No one was going to come.
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First Line: The road from Bend, looking for a way.
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First Line: When I got out of the rocket.
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First Line: Sometimes a wind mentions your (cloud) face.
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First Line: On her slate at school my mother wrote 'Winter'.
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First Line: It’s cold where Bob is.
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First Line: My eyes look their twinned corridor far.
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First Line: Our boy was a child when the good.
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Assembled in 1970.
Cover.
First Line: Richening, ripening sinks the sun.
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First Line: In the Cimarron hills.
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First Line: You stand on a hill in July.
First Line: Here is a space for the way the day started.
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First Line: You open your mouth to say “Wait!”.
First Line: One summer at dusk.
First Line: Hop, hope. Hop again.
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First Line: You passed in a convertible.
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First Line: That look you had, Agnes, was a temporary fact.
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First Line: Moths go by.
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First Line: Plowing the nest of the lark.
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First Line: A robin at a time.
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First Line: Turn off the rocker where Momma sewed.
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First Line: Regarding river lights.
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Assembled in 1973.
First Line: Tonight and another night linger.
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First Line: When God watches you walk, you are.
First Line: Sometimes when clouds float.
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First Line: Remember us to the deep caves.
First Line: Somewhere a forest, every.
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First Line: No house can last, no house.
First Line: Some of you words that follow me.
First Line: On the way to join carbon again.
First Line: Awake when the world turns over.
First Line: Inside a house I live, inside.
First Line: Animals full of light.
First Line: Torn when winter came.
First Line: All the islands in the ocean.
First Line: It is still. No breeze, no one.
Assembled in 1974.
Contents page.
First Line: On a certain day the sun.
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First Line: West of home where we lay talking quietly.
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First Line: All over the mountains we looked for.
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First Line: That year the news.
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First Line: Ending a visit.
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First Line: Wherever I go such winter shakes our town.
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First Line: At the last he knew everyone.
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First Line: They headed toward the Platte, a lawn like Texas.
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First Line: Dead grass makes an arc on the sand.
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First Line: We hunted bitterroot over the patient mountain.
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First Line: Brown, brittle, wait-a-bit weeds.
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First Line: Holding heretical ideas about non-controversial subjects.
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First Line: Little Knife said to Big Knife.
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First Line: Once in Mexico an old man was.
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First Line: Every tree in The North now has a number.
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First Line: At sunset you have piled the empties and.
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First Line: Mouth, hands, and cascade hair.
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First Line: An insect in the mesquite calls it name.
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First Line: Shadows, like Navahoes, wear velvet.
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First Line: Smoke or cloud cities, windy.
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First Line: Safe in their giant glass house.
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First Line: It began to come true, that long cold.
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First Line: We hide in the dead grass.
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First Line: Noon in the elms, wide noon.
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First Line: One kind of touch is a religious greeting.
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First Line: Autumn some year will discover again.
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Assembled in 1976.
First Line: Some time, following out a sound.
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First Line: When they turn the dial to “know”.
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First Line: Groping stars culled up from a field.
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First Line: One moment each noon, faced.
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First Line: I drink it for luck.
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First Line: Where I lay first the grass.
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First Line: Maybe it’s out by Glass Butte some.
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First Line: There are others, and mss.
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First Line: You wonder, sometimes.
First Line: A few leaves cling and skitter.
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First Line: The hidden streams of Oregon.
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First Line: Water in that river.
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First Line: There in the suddenly.
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First Line: Her non-representational near face.
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First Line: They thought the balancing horse.
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First Line: No nails, no glass, no rocks.
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First Line: My hands reason with steel.
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First Line: Someone, or maybe only two branches.
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First Line: At any proud hour the flame.
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First Line: All things had their place. Even the wind.
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First Line: Fence wire sang - spring wind -.
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First Line: Popcorn spoke. A cathedral praised.
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First Line: Edge of the meadow.
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First Line: We had a sled with a sail.
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First Line: Millions of miles away at evening the sun.
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First Line: I am the man whose heart.
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First Line: Sometime you will be in a shop.
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First Line: You turn on a light in a room, and.
First Line: Any time the sun.
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First Line: You take this pill, a new world.
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First Line: Now I remember, letting the dark.
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First Line: It was like the moon, the open before us.
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First Line: Gum wrapper with nothing, Coors can.
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First Line: Whatever this dance we’re in, the moon.
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First Line: Our father owned a star.
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First Line: Looking for you through the gray rain.
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First Line: Sometime you’ll walk all night. You’ll.
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First Line: Smoke’s way’s a good way - find.
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First Line: Mitten, follow that hand.” All.
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First Line: A candle went down its long stair.
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First Line: When we heard it like the ocean.
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First Line: An owl call - round, globed as the moon.
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First Line: No, not dark. Even at night a glow from a shaft.
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First Line: No one ever cared.
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First Line: You will never be alone, you hear so deep.
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First Line: Evenings, we call quail.
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First Line: Where you going, needle?.
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First Line: Late, in the east-west canyons.
First Line: A woodpecker drilled back to.
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First Line: Up in our tree house.
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First Line: The big taboo truck moved.
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First Line: Jet engines, the Wright brothers.
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First Line: They’ve gone.
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First Line: Stones at the coast may be the last.
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First Line: Not all the lakes have names.
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First Line: True, there are tigers, and they.
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First Line: Tingaling, this is your telephone.
First Line: Every wave has.
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First Line: Inside this dream to come awake.
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First Line: One leaf comes down. The crew.
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First Line: The best things we say, I.
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First Line: Each faint star out in the night.
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First Line: He molded clay while he talked.
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First Line: Last night an old sound came by chance.
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Assembled in 1981.
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First Line: In any town I must live near the rind.
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First Line: There was a tree surprised by light.
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First Line: They found the big mine of honesty.
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First Line: I knew that summer well.
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First Line: That the world have days.
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First Line: Alone, and then alone again, the summits.
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First Line: What moves on, moves far.
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First Line: When I woke up at the beach.
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First Line: After the border, it was trees all the way to.
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First Line: A formal county like that.
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First Line: I’d see him dance into the room.
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First Line: A tracker from Neptune.
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First Line: This building in front is Greek, copper.
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First Line: All night I sat up watching.
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First Line: Our high-shouldered patient.
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First Line: Seaside-Rockaway, Tillamook-Astoria.
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First Line: So clear we slept outside the tent.
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First Line: Hidden far somewhere trembling with.
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First Line: Had the right amount of rain, wind pushing it.
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First Line: Beaver people are trying to figure out the good water.
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First Line: In the barefoot dark without a cry.
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First Line: Rain drives flat at our shack on the coast.
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First Line: In the bereaved orchard.
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First Line: At the shore we always choose.
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First Line: In a wilderness at the end of a vine.
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First Line: An owl call - round, globed as the moon.
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First Line: Some of the rain past the searchlight.
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First Line: Something not the wind shakes along far.
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First Line: This man - Tlingit? - filed his teeth to tear.
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First Line: The world often has a quiet look.
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First Line: At Cold Lake, wagon.
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First Line: We thought if we swept those vines.
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First Line: After the firestorms that end history.
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First Line: The sun tugs over the sky.
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First Line: Gulls hit the silence and come through.
First Line: The sun gradually pulls a whole.
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First Line: A hand reaches over the edge of rock.
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First Line: The butterfly, the bee, the hummingbird.
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First Line: The main thing meant this morning is.
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First Line: Loud sparrows hidden.
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First Line: The road goes down. It stops at the sea.
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First Line: By now it’s not Japan or a bell.
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First Line: Most things are impossible, but I think.
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First Line: There are days when everything waits - you run.
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First Line: Part of the time I want to tell you.
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First Line: Now I remember: in our town the druggist.
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First Line: You learn from losers. You yield back tough talk.
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First Line: We would sit down, after a visitor had.
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First Line: The perfect snow that told your face which way.
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First Line: We were singing one day about justice.
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First Line: Wherever you are you hear it, a hum.
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First Line: Dear Marvin.
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First Line: In a mirror so deep it’s forever I see.
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First Line: At the shop in my brain where everything happens - at the grunsel.
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First Line: Don’t ask, “Are you afraid?”.
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First Line: Start with a doorbuster, how to get in from.
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First Line: Sometimes you hear it from strangers, talkers.
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First Line: World carpet, robe, every leaf.
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First Line: If it’s just “the weather” or “the season,” they.
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First Line: Someone was by the glass in the door. It was.
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First Line: You make me walk my town, its terrible.
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First Line: Sometime nothing has happened. We are home.
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First Line: You make it happen - the world out there.
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Assembled in 1984.
First Line: Some prophets decide not to tell. They go around.
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First Line: The dwell of a sound for miles.
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First Line: Today when silence came we heard.
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First Line: Even far out in the air beyond the trees.
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First Line: My brother came home in darkness.
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First Line: In line at lunch I cross my fork and spoon.
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First Line: Here is the rabbit that ran through a field on fire.
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First Line: Come down Canyon Creek trail on a summer afternoon.
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First Line: One leaf comes down. The crew.
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First Line: You try to be sure while you stand.
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First Line: One of the pieces of light.
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First Line: Under a bush in your yard, if I found it.
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First Line: They forget to improve old gardens, and.
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First Line: A patient wind has finally uncovered.
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First Line: No wave but thuds this question: “When?”.
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First Line: Everything still ought to move.
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First Line: According to law, a bell had to sound.
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First Line: What you can make with a knife.
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First Line: It comes up out of the ocean.
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First Line: Ten-Eighty,” they say it, when they call.
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First Line: Will you be afraid when miles of sagebrush.
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First Line: It came to me that a river is flowing.
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First Line: This can happen. They can bring the leaves back.
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First Line: Whose lines these were I thought I knew.
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First Line: A clock falls on its face.
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First Line: On the old highway.
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First Line: Even God can’t take the lightning back.
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First Line: Late one winter night in the North.
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First Line: It put out its feet, trotted through.
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First Line: Where the river spins, rock talks.
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First Line: A chapter about volcanoes, and then .
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First Line: Once upon a time our town owned a story.
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First Line: The place he wanted to tell about.
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First Line: Some nights you hear wires taunting the wind.
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First Line: Beside my ear the bowstring says.
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First Line: The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere.
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First Line: When I drive, every bridge is.
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First Line: This metal has come to look at.
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First Line: In a cave somewhere they carved an animal.
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First Line: The last year I was your friend, they fell.
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Assembled in 1986.
First Line: To each plant in our yard.
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First Line: Being tagged a regional artist....
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First Line: Air this morning embraces you.
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First Line: All that juniper west of.
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First Line: If you are reading this, please.
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First Line: Backdoor people, ones who borrow a wrench.
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First Line: Wherever the mountains put their white gloves on.
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First Line: I put my foot in cold water.
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First Line: Of brass, though broken. See? - almost.
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First Line: Rocks are usually in trouble, but.
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First Line: When I put my foot on this cold road.
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First Line: Paw marks near one burrow show Graydigger.
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First Line: Not seeing mountains makes them wilder.
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First Line: One time a green forest one time.
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First Line: Wherever a bulldozer gouges into the earth.
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First Line: It’s just by chance, who.
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First Line: Details, details, the mole says.
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First Line: Floorboards of an old car. Shaking.
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First Line: A day was trees. One touched the other.
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First Line: Early snow falls through.
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First Line: Half of each hill is underground. Moles.
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First Line: Practicing how to lose I have perfected.
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First Line: Day again - sunlight has found.
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First Line: I am saying that the years were just being themselves.
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First Line: Something from out there came for Princess Grace.
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First Line: It’s all different now. After the loud world.
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2 lists of poems, one folded page .
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First Line: At night it was easy for me with my little candle.
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First Line: In the play Amy didn’t want to be.
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First Line: My mother had a child, one dark.
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First Line: Digging potatoes east of Sapporo.
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First Line: I rock high in the oak - secure, big branches.
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First Line: She was a modern, you know.
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First Line: I never intended this face, believe me.
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First Line: I let history happen - sorry. When Muslims.
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First Line: This bread is rye. Many places.
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First Line: I wish that I had been one of the Seven Sleepers of Ephesus.
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First Line: Say it’s early morning, coming awake.
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First Line: Next time what I’d do is look at.
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First Line: Protecting each other, right in the center.
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First Line: It’s a place to go, far from the country.
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First Line: The book that tells about you slumps in the library.
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First Line: I wanted the plums, but I waited.
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First Line: All your years learning how to live to win.
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First Line: Years and years go by in a high country.
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First Line: Now I remember: in our town the druggist.
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First Line: A bomb photographed me on the stone.
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First Line: A flavor like wild honey begins.
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First Line: Where a river touches an island.
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First Line: Till the great darkness gathers them in .
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First Line: More still than a star, one thought shines.
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First Line: They tell how it was, and how time.
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First Line: Not yet old enough, still only a kid.
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First Line: You were a princess, lost; I.
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First Line: Carrying you, a little model carefully dressed.
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First Line: What’s on the wall will influence your life.
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First Line: This monument is for the unknown.
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First Line: Some network has bought history, all the rights.
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First Line: You see the Great at the Kennedy Center.
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First Line: It came.
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First Line: Geese and brant, their wingbeats.
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First Line: Any sun that comes, even.
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First Line: Your ears receive a pletter of sound.
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First Line: When dawn comes along any morning it carries.
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First Line: When you hear this I am twenty.
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First Line: You the very old, I have come.
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First Line: If I had a wing it might hurt.
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First Line: In the day I sheltered on the sunny side.
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First Line: When I was green, everyone loved me. Bees.
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First Line: When we first moved here, pulled.
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First Line: Now has come, an easy time. I let it.
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First Line: Choose a day: whatever birds come.
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First Line: On the near pine rain hangs.
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First Line: They go by dragging their chains. I hook.
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First Line: Fill in blanks: Your name is.
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First Line: When the speaker stops we can hear.
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First Line: Spilling themselves in the sun bluebirds.
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First Line: Walking away means.
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First Line: Love the earth like a mole.
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First Line: Somebody today called me “old”.
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First Line: In the Aztec design God crowds.
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First Line: Remember me, kids? Here:.
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First Line: The weather visits us. It has another.
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First Line: I heard that un-engine in front.
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First Line: I glanced at her and took my glasses.
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First Line: It waits in its little room. You turn.
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First Line: There is a question I would like to ask.
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First Line: I gave out one day and left a woman.
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First Line: Stone.
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First Line: Wood that can learn is no good for a bow.
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First Line: Cowbird,” someone said. I was.
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First Line: Some days when you look out, the land.
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First Line: Sudden, it comes for you.
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First Line: In the dark book where words crowded together.
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First Line: Forget the rain, being inside.
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First Line: Those lines on your palm, they can be read.
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First Line: They come to the door, usually carrying or leading.
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First Line: Nobody could come because ours was the house.
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First Line: It is August. Your father is walking you.
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First Line: Afraid, but not really afraid, we heard.
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First Line: Somebody came to the door that night.
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First Line: Or you could do it, the speech I mean.
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First Line: Inside your hands when you clasp them while waiting.
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First Line: My father said, “Listen,” and that subtle song.
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First Line: Mother, the sweet peas have gushed out of.
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First Line: Peg said “This one,” and we bought it.
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First Line: Tending our fire in the oil drum, we felt.
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First Line: For long my life left hers. It went.
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First Line: It happened to be Thursday. No one was going.
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First Line: Sam’s Mother.
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First Line: Let’s assume you have neglected to write.
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First Line: This passport your face (not you.
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First Line: In my twenties the days came with a war wind.
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First Line: Afraid of the dust, closely peering.
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First Line: In this best room, only a kitchen.
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First Line: All day, deep in the mine.
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First Line: Across Grandmother Ingersoll’s face.
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First Line: What if there weren’t any stars?.
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First Line: Lorene - we thought she’d come home. But.
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First Line: Most mornings I get away, slip out.
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First Line: How do owls find each other.
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First Line: Some people, they tire of their dog, they.
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First Line: How it tilts while you are thinking.
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First Line: It’s awful stillness the moon feels, how the earth.
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First Line: This note is to explain....
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First Line: And also besides, listen, in addition, there was.
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First Line: You said it beats like a fist, proclaiming.
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First Line: One mine the Indians worked had.
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First Line: Please help me know it happened.
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First Line: Even a villain sleeps - atrocities.
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First Line: They called it “Neosho,” meaning.
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First Line: Holding his dream (buffalo all over.
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First Line: While the years were mine I walked the high country.
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First Line: If anything ever happens to time again.
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First Line: Toward the last, paled by the page he wrote.
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First Line: The uncounted are counting.
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First Line: The doll bodies glide past on little.
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First Line: When we unfasten the cabin door in.
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First Line: It is time for applause. My hands rest.
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First Line: Every town came true. Every person.
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First Line: This bush with light green leaves.
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First Line: My book fell in a river and rolled.
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First Line: When you stop off at rehearsal you can stumble.
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First Line: I listen, and the mountain lakes.
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Assembled in 1989.
First Line: Red Wolf came, and Passenger Pigeon.
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First Line: Not just people.
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First Line: Title for two-poem sequence broken up in FFF.
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First Line: First, they show a lake, from right down.
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First Line: It is cold and the horses breathe white.
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First Line: Where are the ants taking this field?.
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First Line: None of them ever came back.
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First Line: Little gray animals, and the birds.
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First Line: Out in the country some of the things that happen.
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First Line: When we animals lived in caves, our mothers.
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First Line: It is the ocean at home.
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First Line: Not knowing why a numb fish.
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First Line: Water one day sang in the ditch that came by.
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First Line: Part of the cost, we knew, was the pain.
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First Line: Moses my name, a box my home.
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First Line: You are supposed to stay still. It won’t.
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First Line: Wild things and the unborn.
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First Line: In the tress between them and the lake.
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First Line: Along the coast and all along those interior rivers.
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First Line: Before our life, was there a world?.
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First Line: It came into my mind that no one had painted.
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First Line: This tidepool day you inhabit contains more than.
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22 pages including first submission (12 poems)
Assembled in 1985.
First Line: Cold nights outside the taverns in Wyoming.
First Line: You dream in The Sunset. Blood flows from the pickup.
First Line: The sheep don’t know if it’s cold.
First Line: What if a buffalo eye, big.
First Line: Fleet as a bronco the road goes.
First Line: A north wind caught young cottonwoods.
First Line: Coming down the hill into this town.
First Line: Over near Tensleep the highway comes down.
First Line: Gum wrappers with nothing, Coors can.
First Line: It is more serious now, the encounter.
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First Line: T.S. Eliot would sell no poem before its time.
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First Line: You are the slow arrival, the coming-to.
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First Line: I am the man who plunged.
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First Line: On the first day when light came through the curtain.
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First Line: Mobs yell, “Death!” Death separates into.
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First Line: One day in the kitchen she grabbed.
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First Line: Not you, standing with your host by a window talking .
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First Line: You move till a step seems.
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First Line: My left hind-.
First Line: You filed your mother tongue, those quiddities.
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First Line: Monuments last too long” - her voice.
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First Line: You rumple your pillow, an ear.
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First Line: That afternoon when it rained.
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First Line: Wanted: for our study of truth.
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First Line: What stings the wrong sense charges.
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First Line: You young around me.
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First Line: Bourgeois” ricocheted often. I seem to remember.
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First Line: At noon under the eighteenth century.
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First Line: Porcelain flowers and leaves wrapped.
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First Line: When parents made moosehide moccasins.
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First Line: It is not casual and meaningless, the way.
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First Line: If you had been there, when the snake.
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First Line: It was a still day. Even the engines.
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First Line: Shadows under trestles and the webs.
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First Line: We needed our man there - theirs.
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First Line: Long afterwards we swang.
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First Line: Dull Knife,” that sound, his name, surrounded.
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First Line: My father’s gravestone said, “I knew it was time.”.
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First Line: He molded clay while he talked.
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First Line: To be present, seeing.
37 pages
3 pages
Assembled in 1988.
First Line: By ponds in the country around home, before.
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First Line: Father’s friend Ray at the planing mill.
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First Line: By eight it was dark, with a breeze. A dog.
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First Line: Later, too late to prevent what happened - after.
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First Line: Thought has a sun inside it, its cause.
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First Line: Some of us were laughing.
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First Line: You look at the map of your hand, a province.
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First Line: Voices, while the hand writes, follow it.
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First Line: There is the broken phone.
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First Line: Hagar” was one. The world.
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First Line: In the stillness around me that no one can cross.
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First Line: When Earth was a lonely place.
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First Line: There is a country to cross you will.
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First Line: Dawning toward each other, two.
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First Line: Voices, while the hand writesm follow it.
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First Line: Lincoln said, “Open hand”.
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First Line: The bolo’s a knife you grab at the awkward end.
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First Line: In his separate hat moving through.
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First Line: You look at the map of your hand, a province.
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First Line: The still game, after the breathing.
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First Line: Sometimes the ends of my fingers.
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First Line: By ponds in the country round home, before.
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First Line: Some of us were laughing.
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First Line: There was a candle that made the cave.
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First Line: Dawning toward each other, two.
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First Line: In the stillness around me that no one can cross.
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First Line: When Earth was a lonly place.
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First Line: Hagar” was one. The world.
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First Line: Any breeze to Willow.
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First Line: Later, too late to prevent what happened - after.
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First Line: Thought has a sun inside it, its cause.
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First Line: By eight it was dark, with a breeze. A dog.
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First Line: Here is the broken phone.
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First Line: Good morning, Mr.Custer. May I.
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Assembled in 1988.
First Line: It happens that night falls. It happens.
First Line: Lingering through Hood Canal these tranquil.
First Line: This gun emplacement where we live aims.
First Line: Scribbled in dust, faInt under grass.
First Line: Bob was the best, I remember. Somehow.
First Line: For some it is different, their tears and anger.
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First Line: Drifting Decisively.
Assembled in 1992. Many of the poems were published posthumously in
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First Line: I like it with nothing. Is it.
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First Line: A voice within my shadow wakened me.
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First Line: It is 4 a.m. - perfectly quiet. Then the radio.
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First Line: Looking at a beach town in the late sun, I.
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First Line: They are watching me die. Six years old.
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First Line: In a tiny pearl resting on velvet.
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First Line: You have to take what the court says.
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First Line: Often, while the barn braces itself.
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First Line: The way sunset leaned through town.
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First Line: I caught my step this year, opened.
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First Line: I haven’t told this before....
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First Line: The butcher knife was there.
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First Line: It happens behind my eyes, this kingdom.
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First Line: It’s not the kind of thing that ought to happen; so.
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First Line: It happens. You knew it could.
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First Line: When you’re old you dance different; and after.
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First Line: A big ship goes down. There on the bottom.
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First Line: Pretty soon, after the moon, a million frogs.
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First Line: God takes care of it for.
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First Line: The most present of all the watchers where we camped.
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First Line: They will give you a paperweight.
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First Line: Snow falls. The fields begin again.
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First Line: A thought so fine may be.
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First Line: Mostly it worked, the forsaking farm.
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First Line: In this dream it isn’t going to get.
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First Line: Someone swims near in this restless water.
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First Line: Sometimes, in form of a dog, you see.
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First Line: Choose a day. Bring it up in the big lens.
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First Line: We walk on the secret earth. Our look.
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First Line: Ice melts in your glass; then.
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First Line: No flag touched ours this year.
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First Line: Remember that leader with the funny mustache?.
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First Line: To think, I hold my head and roll it.
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First Line: In this long routine “Push Hands”.
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First Line: Remember the person you thought you were? That summer.
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First Line: Nobody could sing like Robin.
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First Line: A book opens. People come out, bend.
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First Line: My hand slides hangers around looking for.
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First Line: By the rules you stop in that pose.
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First Line: One worm said to another worm, “What kind.
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First Line: You need some sky, some trees, a.
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First Line: Bears walk a myth, like us. Bears.
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First Line: Big purple sky, tree cut out.
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First Line: In a crash my head hit the pavement.
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First Line: God said come in. I came.
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First Line: Second Chance at Love leans toward.
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First Line: Plunging over Niagara you hold.
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First Line: Here in the back pages hide the little.
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First Line: Before dawn, across thew whole road.
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First Line: It’s love,” they say. You touch.
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First Line: You lift it between thumb and finger and roll.
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First Line: The way mushrooms arrive, it is dark.
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First Line: You can walk up the drive and .
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First Line: Sometimes after it’s over.
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First Line: If a life could own another life.
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First Line: Sometimes I breathe and.
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First Line: Many writers, I think, try to write.
Assembled in 1989.
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First Line: The ways I follow go down by the river.
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First Line: Had you noticed - a shadow.
First Line: Many tomorrows ago, when the world.
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First Line: Among the stars one light shone below.
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First Line: Where the birds are singing, for an hour.
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First Line: In that new country mountains won’t have a name.
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First Line: They found the big mine of honesty.
First Line: Before our time, before years that said no.
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First Line: On Sunday no storms came. Bees.
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First Line: One time I am making shadows.
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First Line: Today comes walking over the water.
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First Line: At the school where spiders learn.
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First Line: Children, around us the Twentieth Century is happening.
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First Line: One summer evening in the world, the air.
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First Line: Now the good times come:if you can get scared enough.
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First Line: Near your face a breath, your dog: “It’s day.”.
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First Line: When I was a kid I wanted to drop.
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First Line: The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere.
First Line: We never visit now, or call or write. Neither.
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First Line: Monday - Liberties Day.
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First Line: Inside our Victrola a tin voice, faint.
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First Line: At work in the garden my mother and I.
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First Line: No other heart has found the beat of mine.
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First Line: Aunt Mabel used to say.
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First Line: Someone is leaving - tears.
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First Line: A certain bend in the road, swayed willows.
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First Line: It is not by light, the way we find.
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First Line: If I said “religion” or “music” you might believe.
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First Line: It could be you move through a crowd and your arm.
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First Line: Every spring a call from the woods.
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First Line: Along Main Street, avoiding what trouble.
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First Line: Some of each life is lived in italics: it is.
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First Line: A soul, my mother said, will drink.
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First Line: When they light the candles a little propellor.
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First Line: Whenever you breathe God comes in.
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First Line: Cold people, proud people.
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First Line: Often a crumb on my plate at the last.
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First Line: The call is for you. Someone at the end of a country.
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First Line: Just because it isn’t here, people.
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First Line: Just because my hand struck hard.
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First Line: All over town the court of the people.
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First Line: What signal brought us, leaving our work, our homes.
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First Line: In Babylon, where I live now, revenge.
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First Line: Carefully left as it is, our town demonstrates.
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First Line: Grass is our flag. It whispers “Asia.
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First Line: On the farm a long slow wind begins to wander.
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First Line: There is an island that no one.
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First Line: Words jut forward out of the stone.
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First Line: Pick up the phone any day.
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First Line: Every evening, dim as a low gray mist.
First Line: Over your shoulder I see it there.
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First Line: That touch when rain.
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First Line: There have been times hungry for the sky.
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First Line: My tribe, for better or worse, is America.
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First Line: Mornings we see our breath. Weeds.
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First Line: Correspondence with Brethren Press, including submitted texts.
Assembled in 1990.
First Line: Time wants to show you a different country. It’s the one.
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First Line: Of a summer day, of what moves.
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First Line: Something beyond us bends over town.
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First Line: Old cedars, when the storms come.
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First Line: Whispering our years for the glacier.
First Line: They never found what slowly descended, silently.
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First Line: Back then in the old days I was.
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First Line: For anyone, I am a substitute.
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First Line: Late nights the world flooded our dark house.
First Line: Grundy and Hoagland and all the rest who ganged.
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First Line: Some war, I bomb their towns from five.
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First Line: Paths you follow disappear.
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First Line: Something outside my window in the dark.
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First Line: The figure with your name is led nodding.
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First Line: After we talked, after the moon.
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First Line: Moves in the woods without.
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First Line: Leafing through calendar pages you read.
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First Line: Our slow breath goes out and returns.
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First Line: In the old times here the hills moved.
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First Line: Finally rain gives the blessing. It anoints.
First Line: On a still day the sun is mellowing westward.
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First Line: Any night you can lie awake and line up with the north star.
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First Line: Bring me the Cascades. Bring that bend.
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First Line: Pines embraced by scarves of snow.
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First Line: They never found the grove. But.
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First Line: Flowers jump from the tracks of Big Foot.
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First Line: Every wave proclaims, “I’m permanent.
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First Line: Some evenings from clouds west of town.
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First Line: To be ready again if they find an owl.
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First Line: Maybe someone stumbles across that child.
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First Line: At Cape Disappointment the trees lean inland.
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First Line: You night men, striking your fires in the bush.
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First Line: Once near Clarno when winter closed in, an owl.
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First Line: Smoke is ascending straight and swirling.
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First Line: Out in the mountains nobody gives you anything.
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First Line: Without regard for the rest of the country, this area.
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First Line: Not because of storms, nor in any.
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First Line: We will be different people when.
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First Line: Their eyes are not the same, one.
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First Line: That day we decided what word to say.
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First Line: This is only today. We can.
First Line: In the open an oak makes no mistakes.
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First Line: The sun tugs over the sky.
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First Line: When the tree grows, and the limbs.
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First Line: Briars caught in my coat.
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First Line: After I’m gone.
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First Line: Never ambitious enough, we climbed only.
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First Line: Where the tongue lives, it almost.
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First Line: They wind one up. It dances, bows.
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First Line: When you come along no one is around. It is dawn.
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First Line: A swimmer avoids a wave.
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First Line: Only the world guides me.
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First Line: In the fall, rain of the happy tears returns.
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First Line: The years 1914-1986 - in case these numbers.
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First Line: Gun had no comment to make.
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First Line: For the past.
First Line: Might people stumble and wander.
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First Line: Tell that one about Catherine.
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First Line: In the mornings I lie partly propped up.
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First Line: The stars have died overhead in their great cold.
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First Line: A birthday is when you might not have been born.
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First Line: Every morning Millicent ventured farther.
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First Line: Times in the morning early.
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First Line: A mouth said a bad word. A foot.
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First Line: Birds don’t say it just once. If they like it.
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First Line: Waiting seems to be best. Your remark might.
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First Line: Closing the book, I find I have left my head.
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First Line: A child came out on to the porch. It was.
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First Line: Comanches tell how the buffalo.
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First Line: Some day I’ll crank up that Corvette, let it.
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First Line: These cards I sort, I sort by color.
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First Line: God snaps your picture - don’t look away.
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First Line: We invented shape after shape.
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First Line: When a goat likes a book, the whole book is gone.
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First Line: A woman down our street went away and became.
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First Line: When you wake to the dream of now.
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First Line: Sometimes in the open you look up.
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First Line: The old have a secret.
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First Line: In my dream of the city, I stride with commuters. We carry.
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First Line: In my dream of the city, I stride with commuters. We carry.
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First Line: That year, that summer, that vacation.
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First Line: Waving a flag I retreat a long way beyond.
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First Line: Even as you are dying a part of the world.
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First Line: Steel hardly knows what a hint is, but for thistledown.
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First Line: I live by the washing machine. My husband comes home.
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First Line: One of the raindrops going by.
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First Line: This morning I breathed in. It had rained.
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First Line: The light by the barn that shines all night.
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First Line: Still dark, the early morning breathes.
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First Line: One thing, don’t worry about the mountains.
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First Line: Willows never forget how it feels.
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First Line: While we slept.
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First Line: When we say “Breath”.
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First Line: Here is the compartment of truth.
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First Line: We must begin to catch hold of everything.
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First Line: It shakes whenever you try - the tree by the door.
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First Line: These mountains do their own announcements.
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First Line: All night like a star a single bulb.
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First Line: One chair has this desk across the arm.
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First Line: Four summers ago tar covered a road.
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First Line: Lived here when eagles owned Stony Mountain.
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First Line: Italic talk. Plain round hand talk.
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First Line: If only the wind moved outside, and all else waited.
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First Line: What happens is, the kind of snow that sweeps.
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First Line: On the hollow night a small hand.
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First Line: The broken part mends even stronger than the rest.
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First Line: The dress with flowers on it and.
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First Line: Night wears out. Stars that were high go down.
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First Line: Tomorrow will have an island. Before night.
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First Line: A fire was burning. In another room.
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First Line: We didn’t know at the time. It was.
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First Line: Paste her picture back of the mirror.
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First Line: It could happen any time, tornado.
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First Line: Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean.
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First Line: The thing is, I’m still.
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First Line: It would help if no one ever mentioned.
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First Line: Before time had a name, when win.
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First Line: Someone you trusted has treated you bad.
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First Line: Even now in my hands the feel of the shovel comes back.
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First Line: That winter of the war, every day.
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First Line: In winter, in the dark hours, when others.
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First Line: They have never had a war big enough.
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First Line: This engine started years ago - many .
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First Line: Any island, or a break in the weather.
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First Line: God guided my hand.
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First Line: Everyone first hears the news as a child.
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First Line: Tomorrows ago the world spun.
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First Line: Bent over a ship in a bottle, on an island.
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First Line: You are reading a book, and think you know.
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First Line: Some people don’t know this:.
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First Line: The music said sorrow. It said Mimi was dead.
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First Line: You know how willow is. Well, there was.
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First Line: Some trees look down when.
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First Line: A sky so blue it hurts frames.
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First Line: Before the tress came, when only grass.
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First Line: Spirits among us have departed - friends.
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First Line: We know that it’s our fault, these effluent suburbs.
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First Line: We stood around for awhile and John said.
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First Line: A dawns inside my shadow.
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First Line: My life arrived in winter, wrapped.
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First Line: My feet wait there listening, and when.
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First Line: A balloon ascends on that path it finds in the air.
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First Line: Walking into a hall, not pressing, never.
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First Line: Where is that grief I had, the one.
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First Line: Early leaves are tender. They shiver.
First Line: By June or July the river flows lazily.
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First Line: In Nevada we ordinary people carry our money.
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First Line: On a corner you meet a face. It follows you.
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First Line: People can drift farther apart. They can.
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First Line: You are wounded, but at first you think.
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First Line: Some of them write too loud.
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First Line: Once I feel bad, it takes chocolate.
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First Line: My name is William Tell.
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First Line: It will get cold.
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First Line: Look - between flurries of rain, mountains.
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First Line: At Biggs Junction in Jack’s Fine Foods.
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First Line: That shriek when a train passes.
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First Line: It’s that first long swell of the tide rocks.
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First Line: It was the smell stopped me.
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First Line: Now comes the bad part, where she hears.
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First Line: To be present, seeing.
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First Line: You don’t have to try, for the truth.
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First Line: At first the old people hesitate - time.
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First Line: It will be the days and the sound of the sewing.
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First Line: When Jeanie called me, my life was easy.
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First Line: Whatever is closing toward us begins to spell.
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First Line: Someone named Canal talked about a bear.
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First Line: Avalanche.
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First Line: Any time. Now. The next minute.
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Dedication.
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First Line: Have the phone ready.
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First Line: We think we’re all there is, then the big light.
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First Line: What you leave is the front porch in the evening.
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First Line: Caterpillars measure you, our mother.
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First Line: A square of color on Rayl’s Hill.
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First Line: Air crowds into my cell so considerately.
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First Line: No warning was posted there in the theater.
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First Line: A blank place on the page.
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First Line: Often in high school some quick sun-arrow.
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First Line: At the store they gave me the wrong.
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First Line: After a war come the memorials.
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First Line: Think about Gypsies.
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First Line: Play like you had a war. Hardly anyone.
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First Line: An old barn could hold out its dreams. Day.
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First Line: Utah restores your soul,” Window.
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First Line: They have trained the water to talk, and it prattles.
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First Line: Sunset reaches out, earth rolls free.
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First Line: Left-alone grow things wait, rustle-grass, click-.
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First Line: An owl sound wandered along the road with me.
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First Line: It was necessary at the time that the sun.
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First Line: A bird with a little brown vest.
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First Line: Some only whispers, they have faded.
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First Line: This is the grip, like this.
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First Line: While I follow the wind.
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First Line: Could there be a star so pure you would die.
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First Line: They give me their vast neglect.
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First Line: The engine at fifty, driving.
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First Line: Mushrooms announce their small religions.
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First Line: Each faint star out in the night.
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First Line: The world is on fire, slow flame.
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First Line: Always with us, quiet, attentive.
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First Line: It is so quiet on the moon.
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First Line: When Saint Sebastian came down this street.
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First Line: We clamped the camera to a fencepost, old.
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First Line: In the cave I forgot the word: stalagmite.
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First Line: Green brain, great lettuce, fumbling.
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First Line: To know life lengthwise you must accept.
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First Line: Something to bark about, a tail.
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First Line: Far on the Khyber Road beyond Peshawar.
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First Line: Anything we forget goes over.
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First Line: In a drawer - your fingers know the place.
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First Line: A piccolo played, then a drum.
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First Line: I lay among rocks to try being dead.
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First Line: Sight isn't enough—don't just look.
First Line: by. It's a smart system. . ..
First Line: Wait. You've picked this up . . ..
First Line: All their lives out here people know.
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First Line: You can think of how still it will be.
First Line: What does it mean when so many trees are just.
First Line: Little things hide. Sometimes they.
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First Line: When we're together, when the sun's hand.
First Line: Some people say the best rock in the world.
First Line: the terrible choking boulder that grows in.
First Line: Some of us have chosen to live among rocks.
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First Line: Now and then one stirs when nobody.
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First Line: Under the earth a great river has found.
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First Line: Does it make any difference what you see.
First Line: Certain real places want to feel loved. They.
First Line: Does it make any difference what you see.
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First Line: Trees allow you a wilderness. Go find .
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First Line: All you can see of a rock is the outside, but.
First Line: Little things hide. Sometimes they.
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First Line: What does it mean when so many trees are just.
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First Line: When we're together, when the sun's hand.
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First Line: Some people say the best rock in the world.
First Line: The strange thing is, it worked; and that person.
First Line: Some people say the best rock in the world.
First Line: The strange thing is, it worked; and that person.
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First Line: Under the earth a great river has found.
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First Line: Some of us have chosen to live among rocks.
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First Line: When we're together, whenwe all comb the wind.
First Line: Some places are quiet.
First Line: What does it mean when so many trees are just.
First Line: Little things hide. Sometimes they.
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First Line: All their lives out here people know.
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First Line: You can think of how still it will be.
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First Line: Wait. You've picked this up . . ..
First Line: You can think of how still it will be.
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First Line: It is a secret still, but already your tree.
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First Line: Recently another language....
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First Line: From far a light, maybe a hill ranch.
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First Line: We used to ask - remember? We said.
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First Line: Think of those generals at the wax museum.
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First Line: Out of their loneliness for each other.
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First Line: Evenings, after others go inside.
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First Line: I dreamed I was dead.
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First Line: Zurich is in the Alps,” I learned.
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First Line: We have all we need, some kind of sky and maybe.
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First Line: Every rock says, “Your move,” then waits.
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First Line: You little diggers and birds, things.
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First Line: Some things it is wrong to think of,”.
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First Line: They bring racing pigeons from everywhere.
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First Line: Winter stops by for a visit each year.
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First Line: They made a wolf out of sheet iron.
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First Line: They said a mule with the right mother.
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First Line: While its owner looks away I touch the rabbit.
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First Line: Our mother was pretty sure. She held her.
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First Line: He wants to go north. His life has become.
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First Line: In some low mood you will stop. look down.
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First Line: Lincoln said, “Open hand”.
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First Line: Simply, but loud, a sound says.
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First Line: Coming to sudden account with the room.
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First Line: You could spend space like a jackrabbit.
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First Line: Far at the edge of our land.
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First Line: Afraid all the years we had saved would.
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First Line: Only stand-ins in this play called you and me.
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First Line: Today in your town I saw a few birds.
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First Line: We ought to have a Secretary for Wisdom.
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First Line: Earth is not stable enough to rely on.
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First Line: We pass a stranger. who glances.
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First Line: A glance aside.
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First Line: They go burning by. Their sleeves.
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First Line: Strange to make a track in the dust.
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First Line: Invent your life; assemble it by string.
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First Line: Several birds come together and sing.
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First Line: Quiet they come, breathing homes.
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First Line: Past some of the peaks - noblesse oblige.
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First Line: Now, in this place, holding your .
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First Line: Look at those leaves, being.
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First Line: Put this in a book.
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First Line: When time like a tornado strikes.
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First Line: The remnant left on the moon that measures.
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First Line: Birds in the winter trees will share.
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First Line: Sometimes it is the miles that.
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First Line: Some kind of swirls - and I was born.
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First Line: That brief, bright look endured.
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First Line: Along a moonbeam path a moth comes.
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First Line: Before a big rock in the swell.
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First Line: A line of tracks may wander, slant.
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First Line: This is a day for not telling where.
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First Line: We also serve. The wind.
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First Line: Dark among trees I stand.
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First Line: Now I will tell you something.
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First Line: A few people that I’ve known knew I had to talk to them.
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First Line: Three hundred work days hath September.
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First Line: Sons of the statues in Tennessee.
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First Line: To find inward: wherever the sky.
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First Line: That girl was the truth one night.
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First Line: A stranger says my name.
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First Line: Something will happen. You will hold.
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First Line: All those waterfalls in a place like Rome.
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First Line: I took a hard look at this land of mine.
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First Line: This ink draws a child with a knife.
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First Line: A phone rang and rang, but not.
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First Line: Curtains drawn, I hear the storm walk on.
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First Line: Some of us Indians used to have leaves.
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First Line: Beyond where we are is.
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First Line: When I think I fall off the world.
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First Line: Ceilings I have studied, and on them.
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First Line: Someone went by in the alley.
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First Line: When you remember Antigone did not want.
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First Line: At the end of any bridge....
First Line: They come home....
First Line: All day forgotten....
First Line: At the end of any bridge, if you turn and go.
First Line: They come home,.
First Line: All day forgotten you labor, ignored.
First Line: I don’t like places.
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First Line: We’ve hurried by deep, spun rivers.
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First Line: Close to us here, but hidden, many beings.
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First Line: You held nothing, or maybe a match.
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First Line: Birds in tapestry, red hearts for eyes.
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First Line: Two cold rivers meet in a cave. They.
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First Line: Because thought feels the round head.
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First Line: In some land, no widow, no orphan, without.
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First Line: World, where are we?” I whisper to it while it.
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First Line: Streaming through the air, wild for attention.
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First Line: Of course it is luck, whatever flame.
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First Line: You did not live in that city. The streets.
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First Line: When we awaken we often wonder.
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First Line: Chains of stars in sparkle search.
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First Line: These little flickers of death have.
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First Line: With my life I am waiting for something.
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First Line: That good summer we crossed the Yukon.
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First Line: Some sound the trees hear.
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First Line: On the walk to Chihuahua Father Hidalgo.
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First Line: Coventry makes it gutted church.
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First Line: Clouds the ocean dreams come.
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First Line: Someone reaches out - time for another.
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First Line: Water suffers to be divided, then.
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First Line: Fade back into time.
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First Line: There was a town out west of.
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First Line: Three men the sun can’t recognize.
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First Line: When the clouds come back, hard.
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First Line: When Buddha was here, he cared.
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First Line: He spoke nails through the door.
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First Line: One old farm at a time, winter is working south.
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First Line: At first they thought it was snow.
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First Line: The tall grass is marching - foxtail.
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First Line: Silent and unseen, the wings touch.
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First Line: Listen: those high.
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First Line: Here where Zero lives, it has.
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First Line: She lived and grew. The wind said “When!”.
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First Line: Every one.
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First Line: This place by the fire we keep.
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First Line: Fields tell all they know.
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First Line: Lucky, just walking along the street, I.
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First Line: Day scuffs by on the sand.
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First Line: That was years ago and in the spring.
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First Line: I found the stones choking themselves.
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First Line: Let the sun believe in these white stones.
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First Line: In his separate hat moving through.
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First Line: Lighted by bat eyes, it leads.
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First Line: Words written on paper laid over.
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First Line: It was only the sun being silent, outside.
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First Line: Sometimes the ends of my fingers.
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First Line: Along a way blazed on trees.
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First Line: Putting out my hands, I hold.
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First Line: Attempts finally taken out of consideration.
First Line: In this.
First Line: Above the forest.
First Line: Remember that plan we all made.
First Line: For awhile when the world slowed.
First Line: People say mountains, but mountains.
First Line: To the many who measure me no one.
First Line: See some good in everything”.
First Line: Each needle counts toward the sky.
First Line: Trees of the royal mountains march.
First Line: These people who do not know you, they.
First Line: it is necessary.
First Line: You breathe where their breath touched the curtain.
First Line: Fish in their weather they wear.
First Line: So late even robbers are asleep.
First Line: They have whirled on: right.
First Line: The way to have good history is to hire some people.
First Line: Every autumn like this, on some still day.
First Line: What it flared was, “Old”.
First Line: By spaced and careful flakes we are .
First Line: They put a leaf over it, a little.
First Line: Mother, sister, sister, child, son.
First Line: Your hair is getting long, but sometimes.
First Line: If you could leave without arriving.
First Line: When all the rest ended, it was the river.
First Line: Under the muskrat ice our creek.
First Line: A cave that has a ghost, the last cave.
First Line: According to our plans on what to say.
First Line: You stand.
First Line: A little gray sound whets itself.
First Line: and no one but Slide found.
First Line: It gleams in the earth, dirt.
First Line: It is so permanent.
First Line: A blue light hangs from the high ceiling.
First Line: A star can cast a shadow past.
First Line: Once they followed wood.
First Line: Clamp at this end.
First Line: Once you touch that river.
First Line: The great who turn to stone, they are.
First Line: Myself now no one’s treasure, followed.
First Line: It’s spring. A climbing rose has found.
First Line: Our road finds Fancy, that unseen.
First Line: The linen in front of my eye--there is.
First Line: Your world is the circling radius.
First Line: Truck on the road, one.
First Line: One dust and one ray.
First Line: With my thought I push a certain star.
First Line: We can give it away, this breath.
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First Line: In that deep frame we gaze.
First Line: They say they kept the notes.
First Line: God should never have tried to cage a .
First Line: Dark as night is, you accept.
First Line: Soon it will be bright, the air, God’s.
First Line: Mist on the window tonight.
First Line: Every word he loosed.
First Line: The world is that room predicted then.
First Line: At the test for continued freedom.
First Line: Under a little light this gift.
First Line: Who crosses the meadow will find.
First Line: 1. Topic.
First Line: Some evening in the cloud west of Seattle.
First Line: Philosopher kings? There never were.
First Line: Where is our wonder? Beyond our answers.
First Line: Days that I track down in.
First Line: When there was a world, once upon a time.
First Line: The lost children look over a lake.
First Line: Neighbor, one pulse between us from the still.
First Line: Many things brought me here.
First Line: With your mind silently.
First Line: There’s a piper, they say, who can pipe away.
First Line: For those who praise my manners.
First Line: Let me grow old watching you.
First Line: I live here, walk around in.
First Line: A root all winter will be ready.
First Line: We used to let the mountains alone, even.
First Line: Who is that person by you.
First Line: A shadow sword--and the light is gone.
First Line: A silent river with.
First Line: This place has millions of worth, in things.
First Line: Out there in tomorrow an island appears.
First Line: Listening to music, already you partly.
First Line: Certain unauthorized officials claim.
First Line: By candlelight, surrounding dark.
First Line: Before daylight something touches my face.
First Line: When my forehead found the West.
First Line: When the rain came.
First Line: Winter grabs a street. You hear it.
First Line: At airports where I wait, where.
First Line: They come through here.
First Line: The circle of history has allowed itself.
First Line: The story that you are wise, that.
First Line: What words they lend me I half.
First Line: Think of magnesium men.
First Line: This negative of the world, a reflecting.
First Line: A rabbit and I were nibbling a little piece of wood.
First Line: The bell that silently rings far through.
First Line: The world in its roll night after night.
First Line: Even if they’re not expected they.
First Line: Morning, the birds boiling over, far things.
First Line: What we do every day.
First Line: The best scene--after a storm.
First Line: Clouds drag shadows. I walk.
First Line: These mountains are their own winter.
First Line: For our little part of forever.
First Line: It’s inside rivers, a voice that.
First Line: What fell we called what falls.
First Line: Even in sleep you listen: if you.
First Line: We let the puppies into the woods.
Up in Some Mountains Down in Some Caves--a collection of poems.
First Line: Among clouds, a mountain got lost.
First Line: My hand walks up your arm and.
First Line: My hand walks up your arm and.
First Line: It was gone in the morning, some sound.
First Line: When you go in--whatever they say.
First Line: Release will come, like seeing what lay.
First Line: Someone goes over, leans, and.
First Line: A could-be being, right: he.
First Line: From the gray in their faces their light gaze.
First Line: It comes up to the door, and I hurry.
First Line: The shadow of the pen is ready before.
First Line: In September begins what summer forgot.
First Line: All one moonlit night a bird.
First Line: The hurt moon, by nothing but curve.
First Line: Someone comes to the door, not a person.
First Line: What implosion.
First Line: The pigeons that clutter the barn.
First Line: When you sign on for Spaceship Earth.
First Line: The salmon, frenzied upstream when.
First Line: How quiet the tigers that live on tigers.
First Line: At times, accuracy gives way to other.
First Line: If peace is indivisible, war is perpetual.
First Line: They thrive, demanding: it is given.
First Line: We heard the gray paws.
First Line: Once you look up, this place becomes.
First Line: She has taken her life and.
First Line: All of them, he said, are like windows.
First Line: See the little children.
First Line: Permitted to trespass.
First Line: There will be a tap at the door, but.
First Line: When you got life, it was.
First Line: Honking won’t straighten the road.
First Line: A little fist or baby hand, some kind of.
First Line: Far true bells ring through the woods.
First Line: Clock, I take it all back.
First Line: So came I then, caught but.
First Line: Tall, alone, each holds.
First Line: Late, in the deep hours awake for someone to help.
First Line: There are sounds you would like to be able to see.
First Line: A man thought a river. Where it.
First Line: No, only to you, flat rocks in the mountains.
First Line: This rock and that star have a story.
First Line: While gulls complain we turn over a stone.
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First Line: Close here, before the fur tap at the door.
First Line: If atoms play.
First Line: Every autumn when the rain is reaching.
First Line: After footsteps pass in an ampty room.
First Line: Suddenly through the walls last night.
First Line: Far north where the radar spins, guards hear their ears.
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First Line: Beneath a tree in this autumn.
First Line: A father had a son, and home.
First Line: You dig dogs? I do.
First Line: Not by a word or any sound, but in a turn.
First Line: When Einstein entered the zoo at Hamburg.
First Line: When you go into a cave and.
First Line: A window has winked every day.
First Line: A stranger through here at night.
First Line: When they came to the world they.
First Line: When Dante, bitter, ate the bread.
First Line: Now in the cold islands, last year.
First Line: One time I happened along the shadows.
First Line: Agile, the young Hippo, admired by Grace.
First Line: Agile, the young Hippo, admired by Grace.
First Line: I have a friend named Fear.
First Line: My mouth turns for this call: a time that was.
First Line: No moth felt that air, the cave mouth.
First Line: That man I was (he lives) will.
First Line: Just beyond Jerk you.
First Line: Part of what keeps the years from collapsing.
First Line: Now, letting it be light, the trees.
First Line: While waves vote the beach.
First Line: Near the sound one of those unnamed.
First Line: They all say please.
First Line: It took slow words to pass that.
First Line: The new room echoed. Come there to fight.
First Line: The knicks in the boards, the sounds of their heels.
First Line: Nothing left for us, winter.
First Line: We went out one night when the big tree sang.
First Line: We heard the hurt wind console the ruined wall.
First Line: Halfway through the mountains where.
First Line: These were in the published stack....
First Line: At the seminar in Wordsworth a man said to me .
First Line: In the hall they named for Templeton.
First Line: That quick to know.
First Line: He celebrates what celebrates, a party.
First Line: Wing-spatter pigeons leave those late.
First Line: Once a stutterer, his error owing to love.
First Line: Tranced when that last morning came.
First Line: Compelled by Dayy and the careful plates of money.
First Line: The mine you think about.
First Line: A man looked into a telescope.
First Line: Even a furtive heroism can hobble.
First Line: This term your daughter woke into the bell-.
First Line: Tell you what, that tough poet.
First Line: He tried to leap and wait in mid-.
First Line: The wood around him lost its way.
First Line: We take spring with us and.
First Line: You whirl again, find an arrow.
First Line: No one pursued the scaredest.
First Line: Not real, but there.
First Line: It sank. They came. Dispersed. The world.
First Line: Anyone here know the old dance.
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First Line: Comes Death limping on her broken bone.
First Line: Around this echo, we build a cave.
First Line: Let’s go sing at that cave in the mountains.
First Line: Who is going to tell the story--will you?.
First Line: Translate from sound and make an intelligible.
First Line: Among the thoughts you are about to have.
First Line: Try it outward: eyes closed--nothing.
First Line: In the center of.
First Line: At the last it’s over.
First Line: The way it holds off and stays the same.
First Line: Across our meadow--it is near.
First Line: Once when I woke day just.
First Line: It doesn’t have to be mine to exist.
First Line: Whether the house is pretty.
First Line: Sally Scream had a dream: laughter.
First Line: In the desert by a bush.
First Line: Outside this room where you are, a weird world.
First Line: She was gone of course, not a dream.
First Line: The camera was facing the wrong way.
First Line: The cheerful announcer says cold, says.
First Line: Today I wanted more than came to me--friends.
First Line: This old car--runs too fast. I can’t.
First Line: There is a groove in the grass.
First Line: All who pass, pause.
First Line: At the door, disguised as No One.
First Line: Frank: For them I was the white shirt behind.
First Line: Some thoughts have hats.
First Line: Around here, any room is a little room.
First Line: In Western towns they speak to one.
First Line: Hawk, slow hawk, and the little sparrow.
First Line: In the first place the locomotive, hustle.
First Line: Open was the summer window.
First Line: The pen stops at a shadow; Little Nell’s death.
First Line: To be there at the fall of the very last leaves.
First Line: We count the bushes, evenly scattered.
First Line: Shadows need other than shadow, a flash.
First Line: It was nothing like a garden.
First Line: You look down a track. Where sun.
First Line: The slow talk of the stars, each one.
First Line: It’s a roller coaster downhill at night, the meadow.
First Line: A crowded room--you enter: nobody.
First Line: Mornings or evenings you can put hands on.
First Line: X times I called.
First Line: A car on the freeway last night.
First Line: They didn’t say anything, but those plants.
First Line: There are many messages needed.
First Line: One night a tree was having a dream.
First Line: It’s work, breathing alone.
First Line: Carry home from here this funny picture.
First Line: That rabbitbrush this.
First Line: At Chicago while the convention was meeting, an.
First Line: In the north all winter the dust.
First Line: If you will go to the last birch tree.
First Line: Salt says its part, what it says.
First Line: This violent town once loved.
First Line: Near but unknown, this side of.
First Line: They fled before the sleet.
First Line: A plume from a smokestack is a graceful thing.
First Line: Between ground and fog.
First Line: Like a radio inside following, turning.
First Line: Down the walk where sunlight is.
First Line: When you see a forest, that drag.
First Line: If in your thought I could speak.
First Line: It will all stay there when I’m gone, back along.
First Line: On the last day of summer, forced.
First Line: “Lock”--that sound--would end the day.
First Line: To have said it.
First Line: Tasting names, down through.
First Line: Not born enough, we labor on.
First Line: If there is bread.
First Line: I do not know what.
First Line: It is Ms. Poem vs. Ms. Type.
First Line: A see-through personality.
First Line: When people call for you you don’t.
First Line: Tangle with time, you right away have.
First Line: Those trains we heard, along the track.
First Line: In the neck the Atlas bone.
First Line: Newz where it at, new education.
First Line: No shadow after-everything carries.
First Line: Sawed end of a log--eye.
First Line: If Pavlov’s right all.
First Line: When I look out in the morning.
First Line: One part goes on, deep and slow, and one.
First Line: Now clouds come over. In the deep forest.
First Line: Goodby, Rover.
First Line: You have a contract with the sun. Read it over.
First Line: Many hours looking at the fire.
First Line: GiOttO drew a big O freehand.
First Line: Out of our clearing a weasel or mink.
First Line: The mountain we are on.
First Line: It is in candle stillness wise.
First Line: Opening an eye.
First Line: No one could manage the sky.
First Line: To gain the close fury of knowing.
First Line: Everyone’s wife usually .
First Line: From here to any rock.
First Line: We know well the tiger hid.
First Line: Everything is the color eyes want it to be.
First Line: The light things escape flying up.
First Line: This axe flashing through tree shade.
First Line: Walking along I feel some rein.
First Line: One gentle way we know the earth.
First Line: Beside a neutral view.
First Line: Whatever you said, Father.
First Line: Two mirrors met in an open space.
First Line: What the journey meant.
First Line: Back of the proud white geese.
First Line: The sky that vaults this river.
First Line: While a redbird sings over our street.
First Line: That one tone the dove says.
First Line: Jesus lived the way we sing.
First Line: Some kind of arrow that brings health.
First Line: The feet know where we are.
First Line: Paul’s place will stand long strokes of hard wind.
First Line: To say a little word--say, Death--.
First Line: What if the round reward for work.
First Line: Bears do not like to hear children sing.
First Line: Back of the clock dust whispers.
First Line: It is my day’s duty to find less hurt.
First Line: Bite the world for wisdom.
First Line: Every listener begs from sound.
First Line: Lurking in Time, the cobalt boat came out.
First Line: Victims of their brilliance.
First Line: One time for me was a near thing.
First Line: Friends, it has come to this.
First Line: Where your feet go, down on the real help.
First Line: He held three spans of lightning.
First Line: This is the way we know things-- never sure.
First Line: In the dark we need a light.
First Line: With reverence for.
First Line: Inhale is from the world.
First Line: Dawned from far back, sad faces go by me.
First Line: My ninth year came the storm.
First Line: In their invented stillness.
First Line: We read the new- the doughnut- way.
First Line: A lie has the truth of its vehemence.
First Line: When the absollute people come.
First Line: It isn’t very far, place to hide.
First Line: On rocks the sea commanded where surf scoured.
First Line: I stared after him, him humming “Danny Boy”.
First Line: Along the hoe handle I often gaze.
First Line: Her talk in balloons over her.
First Line: Curve is always and everywhere.
First Line: Our boat slammed all night in the channel.
First Line: Reckless in the April woods.
First Line: If I choose, they say it is only the world choosing.
First Line: An ant lost in the grass puts feelers on.
First Line: By iodine light in that room of worn magazines.
First Line: Had I been a local man.
First Line: Even watching a willow.
First Line: We heard (air wavers on fir tips.
First Line: Trace my dog, the hand a wind puts on your nose.
First Line: Heather and air.
First Line: You follow a thread. It fails.
First Line: On that retroactive road.
First Line: The two parts of the sky, broken to possible halves.
First Line: When we talked our pattern out.
First Line: Town turning to look at yourself on the hill.
First Line: Those whose lives are a campaign .
First Line: Along Sunday morning streets.
First Line: In the tribute lane on the Camino.
First Line: You won’t see in the schedule, mister, whether.
First Line: Where flakes become there is no time.
First Line: Rushing up to intruders like a dog.
First Line: In public tombs where heroes lie.
First Line: To spin around the world in this kind of room.
First Line: Years with humble feet on the worn stair.
First Line: Time is over that pass.
First Line: Sang in that eastern school but not for long.
First Line: Criss-cross on campus.
First Line: The Company sent Father years ago.
First Line: I heft their little bodies.
First Line: By lending at need all over I spend.
To Virginia Quarterly Review....
To Commonweal.
New Mexico Quarterly
Motive.
Northwest Review.
Sent to Dick Stern.
Following poems to Antioch Review.
To Atlantic.
Northwest Review.
Following two poems to Kenyon Review.
Paris Review.
Poems for “New Poems”.
Sent to John Ciardi.
To Sewanee Review.
Sent to Liberation.
Sent to New Mexico Quarterly.
Sent to Hudson Review.
Sent to Ray West.
To Good Housekeeping.
Sent to Talisman.
To Poetry.
Sent to Paul Engle.
Following poems to New World Writing.
FSent to New Yorker.
Sent Karl Shapiro for The Schooner.
Sent to Botteghe Oscure.
Sent to Hudson Review.
To John Hall Wheelock.
To Yale Review.
To New Orleans Poetry Journal.
The following poems....
To Robert Stoltze.
Following to Northwest Review.
Following to New Yorker.
To Partisan Review.
Sent as a supplementaryt group.
Colorado Quarterly
First Line: Hunting the blade of grass.
First Line: This river says nobody has to.
First Line: One of the prisoners, a big man, a lifer.
First Line: There are things easy to tell too well.
First Line: If you came desperate enough to me.
First Line: Lifeguard today (too proud a title, I like around me.
First Line: Flashing, flashing it clutches.
First Line: If I were lost in space I would choose a way.
First Line: Trees have time. Between storms.
First Line: All we brought back shone.
First Line: Every day I meet sinners who carve prayers on the head of a pin.
First Line: Indelible around the student lamp night presses.
First Line: Subtle or not, you know enough.
First Line: William.
First Line: One park up north has only round.
First Line: Somebody touches a grave.
First Line: Where is the friend the earthquake sent?.
First Line: Citizens who stayed here sing about this place.
First Line: All we can t`hink these days rams helpless like a ship.
First Line: One day our class, tired of only knowing how.
First Line: The headache found you, rngulfed.
First Line: Casually, at some odd interval of night.
First Line: One in front of the race.
First Line: The girl next door has funny new curls.
First Line: Don, in your house when evening visits.
First Line: In a sound we occupy so fully.
First Line: My bow has one intention.
First Line: In this amphitheater consider a lion turd.
First Line: After our feet ran, we remembered.
First Line: I wore two shadows, one.
First Line: Thousands of expeditions love called them.
First Line: I really expected to meet yuou sooner.
First Line: Rain at your window leads you.
First Line: There in Allan Way.
First Line: That big center, the fish goal in our country.
First Line: Sidewalk drum, respond; street at night, let.
First Line: Officers in charge of How Not to Care.
First Line: Before corridors in the woods take.
First Line: All roads press on, trees lift.
First Line: Because our church cut the wind.
First Line: We would flash through knowing a cloud, survive.
First Line: As if in an army you had, not casualties.
First Line: We have come the long way.
First Line: All these chairs wait.
First Line: No one hears the gate close.
First Line: Out into a dreadful storm.
First Line: Today when shoulders accept the flat light.
First Line: Summer day on a certain mountain over a mild.
First Line: When our girl brought the watch to show what she found.
First Line: He wrote carefully there in the dust.
First Line: You’ll remember him, looking at the rain.
First Line: In that voice ignored to your peril, but low.
First Line: So as to fail correctly -- all.
First Line: Birds fly around our farm.
First Line: Cat by cat my tabby aunt.
First Line: There is a kind of cat my teeth say kill.
First Line: Dust come along turning.
First Line: Whatever everything starts out from.
First Line: Once at our play an earthquake.
First Line: A body moves, part by part.
First Line: To have imagination is to be.
First Line: That waterfall sleeping on the way down.
First Line: A sane hummingbird would fall.
First Line: First -- a little about style.
First Line: Teachers begin by pushing the subject matter.
First Line: Last night I touched an instant.
First Line: That school between the atoms where.
First Line: Though an ultimate kind of prisoner of space.
First Line: Even varnish maintains well.
First Line: No one is likely to come where the altar.
First Line: The thoughtful amongst us pause in the darkness.
First Line: Ever true, led by such fine wire.
First Line: A city stopped. The afternoon.
First Line: Your treasons breathe to sleepers; they.
First Line: In places in these hills.
First Line: Sharing pain, I hear the young in pain.
First Line: I go down to the water.
First Line: Quick as the snowflakes froze.
First Line: To all of you hurrying by: last night late.
First Line: What can we trust who have to trust?.
First Line: On that white-faced day.
First Line: At parties late, in the sound that morning makes.
First Line: My friends, who live by skill.
First Line: Bonfire staccato in the wind.
First Line: When, say on a bus, you encounter a person.
First Line: I promise the forefeet with my mild eye.
First Line: When our train vaulted a river.
First Line: Slender chances breed yet slenderer.
First Line: Like the sudden friend on the straight roads.
First Line: Dirt has claimed their mouths who taught me care.
First Line: The young who looked for Marxist.
First Line: It takes food, ruddy light.
First Line: Your niche bricked over by success.
First Line: You see that lady in a gown.
First Line: Confident wherever he is, my friend.
First Line: Penultimate poet with antepenultimate poetess.
First Line: In the hall clothes-whispers teach.
First Line: If walls could mirror what they hide.
First Line: Faster than the mind can fly.
First Line: Our dog worships meat.
First Line: What the preacher says is only true.
First Line: Offering itself, the town.
First Line: Over a tide that searched every island.
First Line: A bike that falls whenever you.
First Line: The Marshall follows his war.
First Line: Van Gogh, Post-Impressionist.
First Line: No more of that frame, the photographer.
First Line: Reason season!” whistles a bird.
First Line: On a beach one day when the waves.
First Line: Wood in church poured long grain.
First Line: Other than irrelevant, but.
First Line: Folded into books our country works.
First Line: Sparrows have scored on every magnificence.
First Line: A man who approached our fire.
First Line: You can’t say well enough the things that happen.
First Line: Holding up the map of Oregon for shade.
First Line: How to hold the windshield up.
First Line: That land up north no one would call easy land.
First Line: Between slid silences, night areas of talk.
First Line: Places we count on, little towns.
First Line: History drives hard bargains.
First Line: Going down level into the breathless water.
First Line: Only rushing sounds extend.
First Line: You slowed me at a window going by.
First Line: Let boxes in this town go squarer than square.
First Line: At the falls of the river, the decision.
First Line: Thickets put forth foxes on the snow.
First Line: Snow can walk so equally.
First Line: That open easy way of his.
First Line: How hard they sing, the sound-blocked and the fair.
First Line: In August without holding any job.
First Line: Advancing wall of timber, what you represent.
First Line: Whenever I see rock or steel, I stop.
First Line: With only a continent to help me.
First Line: In the early morning coming out of sleep.
First Line: Of all the cornfields meany our town was wary.
First Line: Folders of apologies in the filing cabinet.
First Line: Quiet and steady as a moundbuilder’s mound.
First Line: How small you were, my child--.
First Line: Our gray-eyed life.
First Line: Coming near at the sneeze interval.
First Line: One behind the other, many things are happening.
First Line: We didn’t know if we owned Janey.
First Line: Heavy to lift is the sky in Oregon.
First Line: Complaining wives have never liked Sacajawea.
First Line: To be a forest big trees .
First Line: Road thru pine.
First Line: Silent Lee the big dark ranger came down.
First Line: Going down, putting the serious canoe.
First Line: Bells from the college will hum far as the knoll.
First Line: Hungry men. They come from a deep country.
First Line: The closest I can come to being you.
First Line: Come into this country, Pretty Fang.
First Line: Of the total we don’t know.
First Line: Every prince needs a companion.
First Line: When the great glacier came down.
First Line: If the world should flare into the night of me.
First Line: In relief, the way time touches a carving.
First Line: In the whispering blue vault.
First Line: Reading the street, letting fear claw the screen.
First Line: Coming up the drive toward your house.
First Line: On the pelt wall it said, “Fool,.
First Line: I tune the feeblest sound.
First Line: So to be born, this one, that one.
First Line: There wait our sunburst century.
First Line: The people at our house wept for.
First Line: Dizzy on the tilting cliff when.
First Line: More and more alien, icebergs go.
First Line: He counsels condemned flowers.
First Line: We came out of a wilderness.
First Line: Grant respect where possible.
First Line: You look up and fall into the sky.
First Line: To see so dark a world takes ignorance.
First Line: In every field the roots rive unseen.
First Line: People on the same rocket are not moving, to each other.
First Line: In the old logging camp light filtered through.
First Line: A man of no great mark, a snarl of string.
First Line: We’re bushed by God, trimmed with ten-cent shears.
First Line: Roll crooked happily, marbles.
First Line: If it’s corn I plant, grant it be on side hills.
First Line: Here on my lap I held Podger.
First Line: 17th century man.
First Line: In a glass case by the library door.
First Line: For sweating metaphors, real well-cooked Taters.
First Line: Old men carrying flowers from the rose garden.
First Line: Evening held my level city.
First Line: To some kind of song that first morning.
First Line: It was alittle state. We don’t much care.
First Line: Know all men, and women especially.
First Line: I saw that glorious coward Snidwell.
First Line: Charred mountains by sunset reforested.
First Line: If you stars, and you, space.
First Line: I think, I think, I think, I think.
First Line: Cars farmers drive.
First Line: With disheveled wintry beard.
First Line: In the years when we grew away.
First Line: I think every animal, believe them part by part.
First Line: World wind is too big to find.
First Line: Holding in one hand the quietness.
First Line: Icing the four rivers around the world.
First Line: The sun that welders watch, their helmets on.
First Line: Backing out of a mirror.
First Line: Jumba Hauk and his orgyestra.
First Line: Mine is only a zigzag faith.
First Line: The girl who got off the bus.
First Line: Blue-cold and ravening, steel floats trembling.
First Line: It is in corners of ourselves that the world is falling.
First Line: In the cell exchanges where my secret was addressed to me.
First Line: Driven through councils of the young.
First Line: In spring little creatures unawares.
First Line: They taste in honey that sour root.
First Line: Deep and cold, balance arms in the late hours.
First Line: In little puff, in mighty blast.
First Line: Let smoke resign to sky and far.
First Line: When we danced in the kitchen.
First Line: Hickok heard bullets whistle.
First Line: I have been lost but now I know.
First Line: At the kids’ playground holding on with hands.
First Line: In France the mistral blows.
First Line: When we sit on the front seat.
First Line: First comes the day you lean and drop a stone.
First Line: They write lines the way they breathe.
First Line: My weakness doth my heart with dole fill!.
First Line: No person worth knowing would be disturbed.
First Line: Stern duty is a bitter thought.
First Line: The bear yields a small fruit.
First Line: She banged pans and in the night outside.
First Line: Julagi is you, whom I never did get to know.
First Line: There aren’t many hills to come out on.
First Line: A sober song two sparrows sang.
First Line: We stumblers labeled “oaf”.
First Line: These old premises need inspection. Foreigner.
First Line: Rats at the pilings, holding them firm.
First Line: Rats at the pilings, holding them firm.
First Line: Following step by step.
First Line: If this is a cave - the solid world.
First Line: Passionate peace is in the sky.
First Line: No wander of no river.
First Line: After the day that I remember.
First Line: My farm on Tealwing River .
First Line: When they break, they scatter.
First Line: All the space around us can win.
First Line: Taken by squaw-carpet grass.
First Line: Our wilderness the world.
First Line: In paired glows at night little eyes.
First Line: One dead still night our town lay near the wilderness.
First Line: Wyoming has no pocket, an open hand.
First Line: When the realm of touch is true.
First Line: From the mine I shovel for.
First Line: Palimpsest XIII....
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First Line: Fellowship....
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First Line: Know all men, and women especially.
First Line: For no person.
First Line: My soles held up the earth.
First Line: I saw among the regular waves.
First Line: Now the blend brush fills.
First Line: Escorting slim things from their houses.
First Line: Old iron, dirty streets, all the daily cheats, and war.
First Line: Air we met in the morning.
First Line: Dreaming at night, the rootfish turn.
First Line: Salt birds flirt from the weed patch.
First Line: After cool evening going down the hill.
First Line: All of the faces in clouds or along the street.
First Line: We two, caught by the amber.
First Line: We two, caught by the amber.
First Line: I hear a dog names Eagle on the mountain.
First Line: I hear a dog.
First Line: A flat land, reconciled rivers.
First Line: A flat land, reconciled rivers.
First Line: At night creating mushrooms, bending fern.
First Line: At night creating mushrooms, bending fern.
First Line: My suicide soul manning a submarine.
First Line: My suicide soul manning a submarine.
First Line: Near the river meadow.
First Line: Near the river meadow.
First Line: Every road goes toward, or away from, the river.
First Line: Every road goes toward, or away from, the river.
First Line: After work the cloud of town broke.
First Line: In the dark that night I thought.
First Line: Waiting for a sunburst in the walkers.
First Line: In our midflight, darkening.
First Line: In our midflight, deepening.
First Line: I stand on the mortgage edge of town.
First Line: I stand on the mortgage edge of town.
First Line: In the glass garden of any last meeting.
First Line: In the glass garden of any last meeting.
First Line: Unless the oak will nod.
First Line: Unless the oak will nod.
First Line: He met you in this lightning room.
First Line: He met you in this lightning room.
First Line: I wear my shadow, so.
First Line: I wear my shadow, so.
First Line: Reading the street, letting fear claw the screen.
First Line: Shadow by elder tuft into the close.
First Line: Shadow by elder tuft into the close.
First Line: I spring bone separate to make this bone.
First Line: I spring bone separate to make this bone.
First Line: Knowing is a devious road.
First Line: One night I faced the stars, those cold minorities.
First Line: One step after another across and over the land.
First Line: Stealing toward night, hissed by wind, our northern town.
First Line: At blink when we looked, a world had already dropped.
First Line: If the top of the land be stolen.
First Line: By one elaborate wave our ocean graced.
First Line: A needle knows everything lengthwise.
First Line: Over the mountain tonight sparrows will fall.
First Line: By one elaborate wave our ocean graced.
First Line: Back of the proud white geese.
First Line: Springs leap from lava near Hagerman.
First Line: A tumbleweed that was trying.
First Line: Stealing toward night, hissed by wind, our northern town.
First Line: One step after another across and over the land.
First Line: We saw a town by the track in Colorado.
First Line: Russ and Nita.
First Line: A sun beats in hollow ivory.
First Line: Looking at one rock evenly.
First Line: Through the drowned lands to Vincennes.
First Line: Camels withold their lewd look.
First Line: Such mountain as may heart the range.
First Line: In the sky city of sleet.
First Line: By the blister on my heel and the eye wince in the sun.
First Line: A riveter shaken with laughter.
First Line: That morning they watched the child.
First Line: Two gulls puffed in the white part.
First Line: Of all the ways our valley granted.
First Line: Walking through the rows of vines.
First Line: There are persons like the rolling.
First Line: Lifting out of the road sixty-aimed.
First Line: Splinter of time flicks by.
First Line: I go down into life the hard way.
First Line: In uncreated love, lost fellow next to fallow girl.
First Line: Listen close - not ever does gold.
First Line: My book is day by day and cold faces.
First Line: All the ways out of the room.
First Line: They gave a trick to my Uncle River.
First Line: The deer on Easy Mountain.
First Line: They were in the sun talking.
First Line: There was an old road we teamed over.
First Line: Here on my lap I held Podger.
First Line: It was wrong and the knife bent.
First Line: I heard the late clock strike, once more it stalks.
First Line: When we meet warily on some lone track.
First Line: When fish want out of the water.
First Line: Stealing off through the anvil.
First Line: In gratitude for deserts, any scape and rest.
First Line: Before daylight it was moon-day.
First Line: This axe floating through tree shade on my shoulder.
First Line: The little black pony bought to carry the boys.
First Line: Going in toward the shoulders of animals .
First Line: Though I all new ways turn.
First Line: In the evening canyons above Pasadena.
First Line: The Dutch walk under the sea but their dike land holds.
First Line: Into the handles of things I hold.
First Line: Out of the gray deep ocean with grass and sand.
First Line: In the desert where no tree ought to grow.
First Line: Room above room we found when we climbed.
First Line: Dungeon ground they tortured me.
First Line: Living on that ranch was far.
First Line: Living on that ranch was far.
First Line: Those black flares workmen put like bombs on dirt.
First Line: Going dark then pale stalking into the braced.
First Line: There was this green, green, until the sky green.
First Line: Such mountain as may heart the range.
First Line: In the fought war they broke the cannon.
First Line: Land, you have given too little .
First Line: The snow melted on Christmas Eve.
First Line: Not far - foot close - you swerve your lives.
First Line: Globed in hundreds, gleaming out of the trees.
First Line: Just like the others we cross a river.
First Line: The hours and miles raced closer.
First Line: In Oregon shadowed great swards of baneberry.
First Line: The blackened almost edge of Now had reached for me.
First Line: The half-dark world spins.
First Line: From the spot where they grew.
First Line: Out there walking toward the trees.
First Line: On the desert coast of Baja California.
First Line: In one of these, castle or prison, I lived.
First Line: On the basement stairs I saw a bluejay feather.
First Line: The way it was, all quiet one minute.
First Line: From off the cactus flat.
First Line: On the plank door my shadow grew thinner.
First Line: Carrying a dream, the man strode quiet as water.
First Line: One day these men gave too much.
First Line: One day the earth gave too much.
First Line: Before the dark ships came.
First Line: There lives a storm that never moves its throat.
First Line: Listen, you whistles and gongs.
First Line: Comradship by bottles on the train.
First Line: Comandoes creep - the men without flat feet.
First Line: The slumbering earth dreamed full length.
First Line: In a way not plain to us dumb creatures.
First Line: falling forward.
First Line: Everyone has more horses.
First Line: We put it all off some way.
First Line: As lonely as our world in Saturn’s sky.
First Line: When I walked along the earth.
First Line: They said it was the Great Divide.
First Line: In our town was no stranger sound than love.
First Line: I would become acquainted.
First Line: Looking down starting with shoes.
First Line: A cold nose follows out our night street.
First Line: A cold nose follows out our night street.
First Line: These turtles come out of coat collars all over the nation.
First Line: Wind becomes the sky.
First Line: Back and forth between the picture and you.
First Line: The tower of the poet, whited when sunlit.
First Line: Only later in the slant of autumn.
First Line: Before new love comes true and ours of old.
First Line: The gallant troop that won the desert.
First Line: August leaves.
First Line: When phonedfully through nickels.
First Line: Never believe a house is vacant.
First Line: They bell their homes with bird names.
First Line: The cottonwood lets the leaves.
First Line: Out where the gray of dry rock.
First Line: There near the gap of Rabbit Pass dark stones.
First Line: Shoulders hurt into wings, the angels.
First Line: They are building the plane that will fall.
First Line: The vacant eye of the carpenter’s level is pious.
First Line: I am reading your letter the world.
First Line: How quiet swims our country through alarms.
First Line: Lightning when it starts doesn’t know how.
First Line: Something wants out of the ground.
First Line: Often I tremble.
First Line: Each word, each thought, is hot.
First Line: Perched in a cabin on burnt-over land.
First Line: Remember when you were poor in love.
First Line: I saw fur foxes drinking lemonade.
First Line: Shook from the stormlike hand a mountain falls.
First Line: Whatever is worst is the foundation.
First Line: Whatever is worst is the foundation.
First Line: We’re bushed by God, trimmed with ten-cent shears.
First Line: Roll crooked happily, marbles.
First Line: If it’s corn I plant, grant it be on side hills.
First Line: Here on my lap I held Poger.
First Line: 17th century man.
First Line: At the corner of Third and Main, wheels.
First Line: The current down Main Street licks.
First Line: The butt ends of cannon kick into neutral dirt.
First Line: The Greeks and the swallows.
First Line: You go when you no loner care.
First Line: In the basement of the quiet hall.
First Line: Recently while prospecting..... (prose).
First Line: The succession we saw.
First Line: Let be the stilled middle of all the trees.
First Line: The state is a great, awkward, ignorant, blundering, bully.
First Line: I cast muddy stones... (page of three poems by Mary Emily Miller).
First Line: The cottonwood let the leaves.
First Line: Tho poets talk honey.
First Line: Where is the Good Book studied?.
First Line: You are elephant-present.
First Line: Under my hat I custom you intricate, Goldy.
First Line: On the basement stairs I saw a bluejay feather.
First Line: Falling separate into the dark.
First Line: It is so quiet on the moon.
First Line: I touching the earth.
First Line: Every day knows all but the dark rooms.
First Line: The last places, tangled by nettles.
First Line: There was a town on the train in Colorado.
First Line: Plunging but silent, flanks billowing.
First Line: Doomed under quivering miles the forest.
First Line: The taut wire hums before it breaks.
First Line: Remember the bright spun sound.
First Line: Song, where shall I hold your tune.
First Line: When I chopped the pine.
First Line: I called you on the forever phone.
First Line: I suppose my verse is trivial.
First Line: Wide in brimmed circle summer rolls.
First Line: The hale halt.
First Line: straying steps go bullseye plunk.
First Line: That first clod.
First Line: The horse with one white foot.
First Line: Different worlds.
First Line: Different worlds.
First Line: the sun flared and every shadow.
First Line: First class you can’t get any more.
First Line: Now humble shadows elbow in.
First Line: The tunnels of the dolphin.
First Line: Some years ago today I said goodbye.
First Line: Ordered by command beyond reason.
First Line: In my home when all was young.
First Line: I have heard others laugh, but I’ll not laugh.
First Line: The big strong cars.
First Line: The dividends on things you did for me.
First Line: I have been old all of my life, at night.
First Line: Because we oh no never.
First Line: When you said that the tangled.
First Line: The sound came out bruised over the mike.
First Line: The bones that happen to grow.
First Line: In the deep still wilderness.
First Line: In the deep still wilderness lie comets.
First Line: Black twig beside clear stream.
First Line: Hot colored birds quenched in a cedar.
First Line: All those moonbeams counted spider strings.
First Line: The little beards peck at our socks.
First Line: Wordsworth was afraid.
First Line: When they got the yearplows out.
First Line: There is a honed, low way of breathing.
First Line: Nearest on a river bend but lost.
First Line: The little cable goldly towed the pilgrim.
First Line: What there’s a lot of.
First Line: That world the sea makes tall.
First Line: They could all go loser down fallen.
First Line: I loaned my mouth your name one winter day.
First Line: Room after room in all the rows.
First Line: Every night bangs down on little birds that sing.
First Line: Home through the flashing lights.
First Line: There slow and wide, looming from earth.
First Line: The meeting of what holds all.
First Line: All braided into torrents falls.
First Line: Fledge me low words.
First Line: The river I live in has two currents.
First Line: On a stage of stone they played comedy.
First Line: Onto your flat country.
First Line: The great slow moving of earth.
First Line: Today I heard a voice, and it called my name.
First Line: My lady feels a certain kind.
First Line: Vibrating sand, backed into corners.
First Line: Out of all reason rich.
First Line: Water touches the stone element.
First Line: The afternoon wind quotes the South.
First Line: Over down wave the up sky banners.
First Line: Seven poems / translations by friends of WS, 1945/1946.
First Line: Four of my friends are standing in the dark.
First Line: Breath needs all we own.
First Line: One learned it when he was Saul.
First Line: Who bow like palms.
First Line: The snow melted on Christmas Eve.
First Line: Like a big black dog I followed your question home.
First Line: There is no way to save the bearing.
First Line: Fallen statues under cooling stars.
First Line: There is a person who listens.
First Line: Things you did.
First Line: Not many of you in the world remember.
First Line: Some gear turned slow and sure.
First Line: The little table by the big entrance.
First Line: If any ask, say yes.
First Line: The windswept words that Plato said.
First Line: When through the rain.
First Line: Bend always, but never break.
First Line: Smoking out yells flattened backward .
First Line: Have you found your host?.
First Line: Artists are.
First Line: Because it fell and fell and always fell.
First Line: By chance the eye nose mouth, the flat of jaw.
First Line: Did he fail through his fault, I wonder?.
First Line: Square brick flat side straight face, clear, known.
First Line: All of my stumbling life, each motion.
First Line: Down here off the leaned back land.
First Line: Image of me, I follow, eyes closed.
First Line: That front porch over chaos.
First Line: Your words,.
First Line: Twelve butterflies....
First Line: In the twenty-fourth....
First Line: You shall never know....
First Line: [Six poems by Ercel Lynn].
First Line: Across the highways.
First Line: This turn of the hand is for them.
First Line: Jagged as hate.
First Line: Saying “King’s X,” a man might walk.
First Line: A loose picket on our fence.
First Line: Out of any yard or porch may charge.
First Line: Every tall tree grown.
First Line: My world is just a bad habit.
First Line: Slithering down the flume from Arapaho.
First Line: Too true for bartering, my simple love.
First Line: Young drivers goad the horses.
First Line: This job aloft and with sails.
First Line: Just at sundown, this is the heart.
First Line: Gone, gone. So silent.
First Line: Then they broke through the level light.
First Line: Becomes braided.
First Line: Our weight swings on a sagging hinge.
First Line: The crude jaggeds from our mouths.
First Line: There are tall in this town buildings.
First Line: The more away geese went.
First Line: Turn off the lamp, wait.
First Line: More steadfast than a truck.
First Line: The only remembered one slim.
First Line: When the river came over the boards.
First Line: You’ve got to hold onto your hat.
First Line: The little ones carry it with dangers.
First Line: One, himself.
First Line: They have preached flowers long.
First Line: There was yearned.
First Line: Some would deny me the lolling.
First Line: They will never know.
First Line: Over the candle we looked at us, each one.
First Line: Out there living among them all.
First Line: Occupation - teaching they say, but.
First Line: At the state fair on exhibit.
First Line: At the state fair on exhibit.
First Line: Our great roar- wheel.
First Line: Something I want to tell you.
First Line: When you radared me with maybegrams.
First Line: For you, something not put.
First Line: The old orchard I have kept.
First Line: The pulse I have counted on the white throat.
First Line: If there is anyone.
First Line: No bubble from the dark disturbs the street.
First Line: Over the city leaned the windy stars.
First Line: Count over in your dark the rows.
First Line: About here, the sky goes under.
First Line: About here the sky goes under.
First Line: Straight under taut eyes.
First Line: When I was a kid, then love was a pup.
First Line: Lonesomely is lovely.
First Line: Along about weary when sunset names my room.
First Line: Let me hear so well.
First Line: Nice and correct, with no blast.
First Line: To drink the dark we close the eyes.
First Line: Maizie models the strapless suit.
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First Line: At last the stars looked at me: It’s time!.
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First Line: It’s just the Earth, a great still body.
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First Line: As mimes place their hands on invisible walls around them.
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Poem by: Vicente Andres Estelles.
Translated by: Jaume P. Montaner, Vance Savage, William Stafford.
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Poem by: Vicente Andres Estelles.
Translated by: Jaume P. Montaner, Vance Savage, William Stafford.
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Poem by: Miguel de Unamuno y Jugo.
Translated by: Lillian Jean Stafford, William Stafford.
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Poem by: Miguel de Unamuno y Jugo.
Translated by: Lillian Jean Stafford, William Stafford.
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Poem by: Angel Gonzalez.
Translated by: William Stafford, Herbert Baird.
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Poem by: Angel Gonzalez.
Translated by: William Stafford, Herbert Baird.
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Poem by: Angel Gonzalez.
Translated by: William Stafford, Herbert Baird.
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Poem by: Angel Gonzalez.
Translated by: William Stafford, Herbert Baird.
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Poem by: Jose Luis Hidalgo.
Translated by: William Stafford, Herbert Baird.
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Poem by: Jose Luis Hidalgo.
Translated by: William Stafford, Herbert Baird.
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Poem by: Vicente Aleixandre.
Translated by: William Stafford, Herbert Baird.
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Poem by: Vicente Aleixandre.
Translated by: William Stafford, Herbert Baird.
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Poem by: Frederico Garcia Lorca.
Translated by: William Stafford, Herbert Baird.
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Poem by: Frederico Garcia Lorca.
Translated by: William Stafford, Herbert Baird.
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Poem by: Marco Antonio Montes de Oca.
Translated by: William Stafford, Paul Luenow.
Publication information: December 7,
Poem by: Marco Antonio Montes de Oca.
Translated by: William Stafford, Paul Luenow.
Publication information: December 7,
Poem by: Marco Antonio Montes de Oca.
Translated by: William Stafford, Paul Luenow.
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Poem by: Marco Antonio Montes de Oca.
Translated by: William Stafford, Paul Luenow.
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Poem by: Marco Antonio Montes de Oca.
Translated by: William Stafford, Paul Luenow.
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Poem by: Marco Antonio Montes de Oca.
Translated by: William Stafford, Paul Luenow.
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Poem by: Marco Antonio Montes de Oca.
Translated by: William Stafford, Paul Luenow.
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Poem by: Marco Antonio Montes de Oca.
Translated by: William Stafford, Paul Luenow.
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