Earth Poems


The poetry of earth is never dead.
(John Keats)


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Eagle Poem

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Eagle Poem

To pray you open your whole self To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon To one whole voice that is you. And know there is more That you can’t see, can’t hear; Can’t know except in moments Steadily growing, and in languages That aren’t always sound but other Circles of motion. Like eagle that Sunday morning Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky In wind, swept our hearts clean With sacred wings. We see you, see ourselves and know That we must take the utmost care And kindness in all things. Breathe in, knowing we are made of All this, and breathe,...

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Crow’s Theology

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Crow’s Theology

Crow realized God loved him— Otherwise, he would have dropped dead. So that was proved. Crow reclined, marveling, on his heart-beat. And he realized that God spoke Crow— Just exiting was His revelation. But what Loved the stones and spoke stone? They seemed to exist too. And what spoke that strange silence After his clamor of caws faded? And what loved the shot-pellets That dribbled from those strung-up mummifying crows? What spoke the silence of lead? Crow realized there were two Gods— One of them much bigger than the other Loving his...

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Credo

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Credo

I believe in magic. I believe in the rights of animals to leap out of our skins as recorded in the Kiowa legend: Directly there was a bear where the boy had been as I believe in the resurrected wake-robin, first wet knob of trillium to knock in April at the underside of earth’s door in central New Hampshire where bears are though still denned up at that early greening. I believe in living on grateful terms with the earth, with the black crumbles of ancient manure that sift through my fingers when I topdress the garden for winter. I...

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Psalm

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Psalm

Veritas sequitur… In the small beauty of the forest The wild deer bedding down— That they are there! Their eyes Effortless, the soft lips Nuzzle and the alien small teeth Tear at the grass The roots of it Dangle from their mouths Scattering earth in the strange woods. They who are there. Their paths Nibbled thru the fields, the leaves that shade them Hang in the distances Of sun The small nouns Crying faith In this in which the wild deer Startle, and stare out. (George...

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Slug

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Slug

How I loved one like you when I was little!— With his stripes of silver and his small house of his back, Making a slow journey around the well-curb. I longed to be like him, and was, In my way, close cousin To the dirt, my knees scrubbing The gravel, my nose wetter than his. When I slip, just slightly, in the dark, I know it isn’t a wet leaf, But you, loose toe from the old life, The cold slime come into being, A fat, five-inch appendage Creeping slowly over the wet grass, Eating the heart out of my garden. And you refuse to die...

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Vapor Trail Reflected In The Frog Pond

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Vapor Trail Reflected In The Frog Pond

1 The old watch: their thick eyes puff and foreclose by the moon. The young, heads trailed by the beginnings of necks, shiver, in the guarantee they shall be bodies. In the frog pond the vapor trail of a SAC bomber creeps, I hear its drone, drifting, high up in immaculate ozone. 2 And I hear, coming over the hills, America singing, her varied carols I hear: crack of deputies’ rifles practicing their aim on stray dogs at night, sput of cattleprod, TV going on about the smells of the human body, curses of the soldier as he poisons, burns,...

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Young Sycamore

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Young Sycamore

I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter (where water is trickling) rises bodily into the air with one undulant thrust half its height— and then dividing and waning sending out young branches on all sides— hung with cocoons it thins till nothing is left of it but two eccentric knotted twigs bending forward hornlike at the top (William Carlos...

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Skunk Hour

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Skunk Hour

For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island’s hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above the sea. Her son’s a bishop. Her farmer is first selectman in our village, she’s in her dotage. Thirsting for the hierarchic privacy of Queen Victoria’s century, she buys up all the eyesores facing her shore, and lets them fall. The season’s ill– we’ve lost our summer millionaire, who seemed to leap from an L. L. Bean catalogue. His nine-knot yawl was auctioned off to lobstermen. A red fox stain covers...

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The Moose

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The Moose

For Grace Bulmer Bowers From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea twice a day and takes the herrings long rides, where if the river enters or retreats in a wall of brown foam depends on if it meets the bay coming in, the bay not at home; where, silted red, sometimes the sun sets facing a red sea, and others, veins the flats’ lavender, rich mud in burning rivulets; on red, gravelly roads, down rows of sugar maples, past clapboard farmhouses and neat, clapboard churches, bleached,...

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God The Artist

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God The Artist

God, when you thought of a pine tree, How did you think of a star? How did you dream of the Milky Way To guide us from afar? How did you think of a clean brown pool Where flecks of shadows are? God, when you thought of a cobweb, How did you think of dew? How did you know a spider’s house Had shingles bright and new? How did you know the human folk Would love them like they do? God, when you patterned a bird song, Flung on a silver string, How did you know the ecstasy That crystal call would bring? How did you think of a bubbling throat...

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The Indwelling Presence

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The Indwelling Presence

And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man; A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green Earth; of all the mighty world. (William...

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The Brown Forest

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The Brown Forest

I entered the life of the brown forest And the great life of the ancient peaks, the patience of stone, I felt the changes in the veins In the throat of the mountain… and I was the stream Draining the mountain wood; and I the stag drinking; and I was the stars, Boiling with light, wandering alone, each one the lord of his own summit; and I was the darkness Outside the stars, I included them, they were part of me. I was mankind also, a moving lichen On the cheek of the round stone…they have not made words for it, to go behind...

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It Is I

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It Is I

I am that living and fiery essence of the divine substance that glows in the beauty of the fields. I shine in the water, I burn in the sun and the moon and the stars. Mine is the mysterious force of the invisible wind. I sustain the breath of all living. I breathe in the verdure and in the flowers, and when the waters flow like living things, It is I…I am Wisdom…I am Life. (Hildegard of...

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The Symphony of Life

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The Symphony of Life

I stand, transparent, on the edge of space. Whole galaxies pass through me each moment, Each atom a golden sun, radiant with light. I am Light! I am Energy! I am Sound and Music! The world forms around me, ideas in the night. I am the Earth and all life therein: The sun, the stars, the wind, and the rain; The divine perfection within all things. Through me the Universe now acts and feels, Sees itself, knows love and joy, Sorrow, knowledge, and wisdom: The drama of life everlasting. I am the Word made manifest: All that is lies within,...

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