ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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  keyword(s) in poems:

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untitled
it's as the world is...

SONG
in the beak of one bird...

I STAND
before the tree...

PLUS A DAY
the eastern light...

ME STANDING STILL
by my feet infant trees...

10/8/03
trunk in the forest lit...

APPLE AND NEARFULL MOON
first bite of an apple...

SUNSET AUTUMN
the brilliant west...

UNEXPECTED LOVE
the cranes hovering...

STILL POOL
inked by falling leaves...

10/23/03
moody cemetery...

ACROSS IN
air...

IN MY NEW BLACK JACKET
beanfields shake their rattles...

OUR TRIP
it is like...

ALAN AFTER HE LEFT
missed out on certain sundays...

5:55
moon gone...

SOMETIME IN THE SEASON
a shower blowing headlines past...

THE HILL WAS BRIGHT GREEN
the crow was darker...

FOLLOWING
the road coming out of my mouth...

NEW SORROWS EVERY DAY
the birds flying through my head...

REAL REMEMBRANCE
the wind as the weather changes...

MY POEMS
I said and then paused...

12/1/03
branches bare their birds to the wind...

LONG FULL
the evening land...

AROUND
the way the world looked to him...

ON THE WORLD
this world is one...

FROM THIS BLUFF
trees having shed their leaves...

WOODS: ZONE
where loneliness finds itself...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM WRIGHT
when the sea comes back...

WILDNESS COMES BACK
The wild in America is contained, pushed back, owned by the people...

3/1/04
the road is quiet...

AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. III
in the desert of eternity...

FOR ONCE
setting a course...

YELLOW BIRCH RAVINE, HEMLOCK CLIFFS
go an hour south...

PRESERVED
how a house becomes a ruin...

INSTANT PRACTICE
I have failed...

TEACHER
breath of breaths...

UNTIL
this dream we are living...

OF THE NINETEEN THOUSAND
of the nineteen thousand days of my life so far...

UNDISTURBED
The night after the poetry reading I slept well but towards morning...

SHORT SPRING SHOPPING LIST
forsythia...

WAZOO,
out the:...

7/20/04
the dead wood's fruit...

ELEGY
told me two weeks before he died...

MY CAREER I
near the cascades leaping recklessly...

MY CAREER II
standing on the vast roof that evening...

UNAFFLICTED
summer somnia...

WHAT I NOTICED AND WHAT I THOUGHT
trees shook by wind...

PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE
so happy with me...

WHILE THE MASS EXTINCTIONS
went on there were...

LEFT
to have waited...

LESSON
the heart tilted over...

MODERN SINKHOLES
near the house...

EVERYWHERE
this time of year...

WEEKEND SCENE
walking in circles forwards...

LAST DAY OF SUMMER
a tree lighter by a leaf...

DRY
the natives mow their lawns...

FIRST LIGHT
the other great example...

THE BOLD AND THE PALE
the morning glories have surged up the trellises...

I'M HAPPY
when I say I'm happy...

A:

I think it's that I always had the feeling that what is really true,
really valuable is hidden in small, insignificant places.  You know,
like when you're walking someplace and you notice at the back of a
building, right where things necessary to whatever goes on in there
are carried in, a place that's been let go--tall weeds, grass gone
to seed, the steps a bit crumbled, trash or discarded objects left to
sit and make little decomposing sculptures--that sort of thing. I
don't know if I'm saying this right. Anyway, these places or things,
no one notices them, but they've got these bright little flowers
showing, or an odd combination of shapes and lines, there's something
vital there and also something that's failed and is passing, forgotten.
Kind of a bit of history that no one cares about, but it contains the
only wisdom we need, the only comfort available. Again, I think I'm
not saying this well, and maybe I've wandered far from the subject.
Anyway, it's this impulse I have to value what's small, thrown away,
forgotten, but composing its own secret, highly important space.  So
maybe I have this need to leave things short or broken and to discard
them, meaning leave them where they can be found but not where they
call attention to themselves, and my vanity makes me think that by
this means I've given them an importance, a significant insignificance
that some more public and complete construction would lack.