Fall’s leaves are redder thanspring’s flowers, have no pollen,and also sometimes fly, as the windschools them out or down in shoalsor droves: though Ihave not…
Author: Samantha Evans
Poetics By A. R. Ammons
I look for the waythings will turnout spiralling from a center,the shapethings will take to come forth in so that the birch tree whitetouched black…
Mule Song By A. R. Ammons
Silver will lie where she liessun-out, whatever turning the world does,longeared in her ashen, earless,floating world:indifferent to sores and greengage colic,where oats need notcome to,bleached…
In Memoriam Mae Noblitt By A. R. Ammons
This is just a place:we go around, distanced,yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turningdaily into and out ofdirect light and slanting through thequadrant seasons: deepspace begins…
Identity By A. R. Ammons
1 An individual spider webidentifies a species: an order of instinct prevailsthrough all accidents of circumstance,though possibility ishigh along the peripheries ofspiderwebs:you can go allaround…
Hymn By A. R. Ammons
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on outover the sea marshes and the brant in baysand…
Greeting Verses By A. R. Ammons
What do I find right at the center of my interpersonalrelationships: a slightly dispersed but indisputablytinctured core of brutality: go to the hospital the question…
Gravelly Run By A. R. Ammons
I don’t know somehow it seems sufficientto see and hear whatever coming and going is,losing the self to the victoryof stones and trees,of bending sandpit…
Eyesight By A. R. Ammons
It was May before myattention cameto spring and my word I saidto the southern slopesI’ve missed it, itcame and went beforeI got right to see:…
Elegy For A Jet Pilot By A. R. Ammons
The blast skimsover the stringof takeoff lightsandrelinquishingplace and timelofts toseparation:the plume, rosesliver, growsacross thehigh-lit eveningsky: by thisMays Landing creekshot pinecones,skinned huckleberrybush, laurelswaths definean unbelievablyparticular stop.