Out through the fields and the woodsAnd over the walls I have wended;I have climbed the hills of viewAnd looked at the world, and descended;I have come by the highway home,And lo, it is ended.The leaves are all dead on the grou...

No Holy Wars for ThemStates strong enough to do good are but few, Their number would seem limited to three,Good is a thing that they, the great, can do,But puny little states can only be.And being good for these means standing by...

6. Home BurialHE saw her from the bottom of the stairsBefore she saw him. She was starting down,Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.She took a doubtful step and then undid itTo raise herself and look again. He spoke 5...

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'Fred, where is north?''North? North is there, my love.The brook runs west.''West-running Brook then call it.'(West-Running Brook men call it to this day.)'What does it think k's doing running westWhen all the other country...

If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyesWill keep my talk from getting overwise,I'm not the one for putting off the proof.Let it be overwhelming, off a roofAnd round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,And blind me to a stands...

In going from room to room in the dark,I reached out blindly to save my face,But neglected, however lightly, to laceMy fingers and close my arms in an arc.A slim door got in past my guard,And hit me a blow in the head so hardI...

The bear puts both arms around the tree above herAnd draws it down as if it were a loverAnd its choke cherries lips to kiss good-bye,Then lets it snap back upright in the sky.Her next step rocks a boulder on the wall(She's making her c...

He gave the solid rail a hateful kick.From far away there came an answering tickAnd then another tick. He knew the code:His hate had roused an engine up the road.He wished when he had had the track aloneHe had attacked it with a club o...

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloudAnd goes down burning into the gulf below,No voice in nature is heard to cry aloudAt what has happened. Birds, at least must knowIt is the change to darkness in the sky.Murmuring something...