April 18
Earlier this afternoon I was standing in a field barefoot in April and the sun was hot and the earth was cold and the voices of April sang in my ear. Why was I hauled in like a kite at the end of a string to sit in this dark room stifled with velvet for four men in black tails playing Mozart? There must be some mistake. Mozart is where I was, not here.
May 8
give me one part water and nine parts sky color them lavender and gray of sea-washed stone and give me stone granite shoulders reaching to the tide throw in a gull or two and when you're through come sit down by my side for half an hour silently and then leave me alone
September 23
And overnight September came with an upward gust of joy carrying leaves all the way to the white day-moon Come too! Not often is the passage open clear through