The binocular owl,fastened to a limblike a lanternall night long,sees where allthe other birds sleep:towhee under leaves,titmouse deepin a twighouse,sapsucker grippedto a knothole lip,redwing in the reeds,swallow in the willow,flicker in the oak -...
O Krishna, darling of Gokula, awakeI have brought you milk, curd and sugar-candy come and partake of these delicacies: your pals are at the door, calling you to play; the sun has risen and it's time to go to the woods
Hearing her words Krishn...
At the back of the houses there is the wood
While there is a leaf of summer left, the
Makes sounds I can put somewhere in my song,
Has paths I can walk, when I wake, to
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
They shut the road through the
Seventy years ago
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never
Had she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss
Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain That her own eyes might see him slain Beside the haystack in the floods
Along the dripping leafless woods, The stirrup touching either...
O
Wanderers in the shadowed
Despair not
For though dark they stand,
Alone in the woods I
The bitter hostility of the sky and the
Nature has taught her creatures to
Man that fusses and
So old is the wood, so old,
Old as Fear
Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves;
No sound near