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# Rye Poetry Path

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- [Home](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/) - Welcome to the Rye Poetry Path A collaborative public art installation designed to spark reflection and conversation around themes of community, conservation, and social justice This Spring, 82 poems are being installed on the grounds of Rye Town Park, the Edith G. Read Wildlife Sanctuary, the Rye Nature Center, and the Knapp House. Click on
- [ From Blossoms](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/from-blossoms/)
- [Hurt no living thing](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/hurt-no-living-thing/) - Hurt no living thing Christina Rossetti Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing, Nor cricket chirping cheerily, Nor grasshopper so light of leap, Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat, Nor harmless worms that creep.
- [Resources](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/resources/) - Explore these downloadable resource guides to enrich your experience Children's Poetry Path - Rye Town Park With ideas for educators, parents, and caregivers by Dr. Molly Ness.
- [On the Beach at Night Alone](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/on-the-beach-at-night-alone/) - On the Beach at Night Alone Walt Whitman On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all, All
- [The Song of the Bee](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-song-of-the-bee/) - The Song Of The Bee Marian Douglas Buzz! buzz! buzz! This is the song of the bee. His legs are yellow; A jolly, good fellow, And yet a great worker is he. In days that are sunny He's getting his honey, In days that are cloudy He's making his wax: On pinks and on lilies,
- [Butterfly Cloth](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/butterfly-cloth/) - Butterfly Cloth Victoria Forrester How fragile Floats the butterfly, A banner barely cloth. Woven of sterner stuff it seems, The tapestry of moth. Get to know this poet Sponsored by Sew Happy Studios
- [The Wind](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-wind/) - The Wind James Reeves I can get through a doorway without any key, And strip the leaves from the great oak tree. I can drive storm-clouds and shake tall towers, Or steal through a garden and not wake the flowers. Seas I can move and ships I can sink; I can carry a house-top or
- [Sponsors](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/sponsors/) - The Rye Poetry Path exists because of the generosity of ArtsWestchester, the Friends of Rye Town Park, the Friends of Read Wildlife Sanctuary, the Friends of Rye Nature Center, individuals, families, organizations, and businesses. ArtsWestchester supports the arts in Westchester through leadership, funding, programming, education, advocacy, audience cultivation, and professional development. Rye's parks and preserves
- [The New Dog](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-new-dog/) - The New Dog Linda Pastan Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal whose innocent disruptions make nonsense of my old simplicities-- as if I needed him to prove again that after all the careful planning, anything can happen. Get to know this
- [Troilus and Cressida](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/troilus-and-cressida/) - Troilus and Cressida William Shakespeare "One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gauds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. The present eye praises the present object." Get to know
- [Ocean Park Notebooks](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/ocean-park-notebooks/) - Ocean Park Notebook Rick Barot I. The worker's pants on a spider-filament line, strung waist to waist to waist to dry. The neat green wedge of park, always empty; the length of concrete paced by convalescents. The lead impastos of interesting weather, though mostly the shadowless blue of long days. The sprawl of water beyond
- [If They Come for Us](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/if-they-come-for-us/) - If They Come for Us Fatimah Asghar these are my people & I find them on the street & shadow through any wild all wild my people my people a dance of strangers in my blood the old woman's sari dissolving to wind bindi a new moon on her forehead I claim her my kin
- [An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/an-aspect-of-love-alive-in-the-ice-and-fire/) - An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire GWENDOLYN BROOKS LaBohem Brown In a package of minutes there is this We. How beautiful. Merry foreigners in our morning, we laugh, we touch each other, are responsible props and posts. A physical light is in the room. Because the world is at
- [Darkening, Then Brightening](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/darkening-then-brightening/) - Darkening, Then Brightening Kim Addonizio The sky keeps lying to the farmhouse, lining up its heavy clouds above the blue table umbrella, then launching them over the river. And the day feels hopeless until it notices a few trees dropping delicately their white petals on the grass beside the birdhouse perched on its wooden post,
- [World](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/world/) - World A.R.Ammons Breakers at high tide shoot spray over the jetty boulders that collects in shallow chips, depressions, evening the surface to run-off level: of these possible worlds of held water, most can't outlast the interim tideless drought, so are clear, sterile, encased with salt: one in particular, though, a hole, providing depth with little
- [Ex Libris](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/ex-libris/) - Ex Libris ELEANOR WILNER By the stream, where the ground is soft and gives, under the slightest pressure-even the fly would leave its footprint here and the paw of the shrew the crescent of its claws like the strokes of a chisel in clay; where the lightest chill, lighter than the least rumor of winter,
- [Night Heron Maybe](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/night-heron-maybe/) - Night Heron Maybe FRED MARCHANT I woke to more rain, and felt in the dark for how wet the sill was, then rolled back to my radio, and a midnight preacher in my earphone teaching about sin. I learned that punishment would come like lightning that surprises an innocent shore. Thunder would follow me all
- [On a Different Day](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/on-a-different-day/) - On a Different Day Iain Haley Pollock ON A DIFFERENT DAY On a different day, I'd see the cormorants resting on these pilings as sign of the once and future ruin surrounding me always. On this
- [Long Island Sound](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/long-island-sound/) - Long Island Sound Emma Lazarus I see it as it looked one afternoon In August,- by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown. The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon, A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon. The shining waters with pale currents strewn, The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove, The semi-circle of its dark,
- ["Blessing the Boats"](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/blessing-the-boats/) - blessing the boats Lucille Clifton may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and
- [Let Me Begin Again](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/let-me-begin-again/) - Let Me Begin Again Major Jackson Let me begin again as a quiet thought in the shape of a shell slowly examined by a brown child on a beach at dawn straining to see their future. Let me begin this time knowing the drumming in my dreams is me inheriting the earth, is morning lighting
- [Things We Carry on the Sea](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/things-we-carry-on-the-sea/) - Things We Carry on the Sea Wang Ping We carry tears in our eyes: good-bye father, good-bye mother We carry soil in small bags: may home never fade in our hearts We carry names, stories, memories of our villages, fields, boats We carry scars from proxy wars of greed We carry carnage of mining, droughts,
- [Sea Pebbles: An Elegy](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/sea-pebbles-an-elegy/) - Sea Pebbles: An Elegy Dana Gioia My love, how time makes hardness shine. They come in every color, pure or mixed gray-green of basalt, blood-soaked jasper, quartz, granite and feldspar, even bits of glass, smoothed by the patient jeweller of the tides. Volcano-born, earthquake-quarried, shaven by glaciers, wind-carved, heat-cracked, stratified, speckled, bright in the
- ["Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound"](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/letter-written-on-a-ferry-while-crossing-long-island-sound/) - Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound Ann Sexton I am surprised to see that the ocean is still going on. Now I am going back and I have ripped my hand from your hand as I said I would and I have made it this far as I said I would
- [Catalog of Unabased Gratitude](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/catalog-of-unabased-gratitude/) - Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude Ross Gay Friends, will you bear with me today, for I have awakened from a dream in which a robin made with its shabby wings a kind of veil behind which it shimmied and stomped something from the south of Spain, its breast aflare, looking me dead in the eye from
- [Sunset](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/sunset/) - Sunset Lillian Moore There's dazzle in the Western Sky Colors spill and run The pond mouth lies open greedy for the last drop of melting sun Get to know this poet
- [The Duck](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-duck/) - The Duck Ogden Nash Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond Of a puddle or pond. When it dines or sups, It bottoms ups. Get to know this poet
- [Psalm 150](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/psalm-150/) - Psalm 150 Jericho Brown Some folks fool themselves into believing, But I know what I know once, at the height Of hopeless touching, my man and I hold Our breaths, certain we can stop time or maybe Eliminate it from our lives, which are shorter Since we learned to make love for each other Rather
- [The Little Turtle](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-little-turtle/) - The Little Turtle Vachel Lindsay There was a little turtle. He lived in a box. He swam in a puddle. He climbed on the rocks. He snapped at a mosquito. He snapped at a flea. He snapped at a minnow. And he snapped at me. He caught the mosquito. He caught the flea. He caught
- [The Pond at Dusk](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-pond-at-dusk/) - The Pond at Dusk Jane Kenyon A fly wounds the water but the wound soon heals. Swallows tilt and twitter overhead, dropping now and then toward the outward-radiating evidence of food. &nbsp The green haze on the trees changes into leaves, and what looks like smoke floating over the neighbor's barn is only apple blossoms.
- [What It Must Have Felt Like](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/what-it-must-have-felt-like/) - What It Must Have Felt Like Ada Limón Palm-sized and fledgling, a beak protruding from the sleeve, I have kept my birds muted for so long, I fear they've grown accustom to a grim quietude. What chaos could ensue should a wing get loose? Come overdue burst, come flock, swarm, talon, and claw. Scatter the
- [Twenty-Third](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/twenty-third/) - Twenty-Third Christina Pugh And at the picnic table under the ancient elms, one of my parents turned to me and said: "We hope you end up here," where the shade relieves the light, where we sit in some beneficence-and I felt the shape of the finite after my ether life: the ratio, in all dappling,
- [Happiness](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/happiness/) - Happiness Stephen Dunn A state you must dare not enter with hopes of staying, quicksand in the marshes, and all the roads leading to a castle that doesn't exist. But there it is, as promised, with its perfect bridge above the crocodiles, and its doors forever open. Get to know this poet Sponsored by the
- [Viento, agua, piedra](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/viento-agua-piedra/) - Viento, agua, piedra Octavio Paz El agua horada la piedra, el viento dispersa el agua, la piedra detiene al viento. Agua, viento, piedra. El viento esculpe la piedra, la piedra es copa del agua, el agua escapa y es viento. Piedra, viento, agua. El viento en sus giros canta, el agua al andar
- [Dragonfly](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/dragonfly/) - Dragonfly Rebecca Kai Dotlich This sky-ballerina, this glimmering jewel, glides in gown of lucid blue- with wings that you could whisper through. Get to know this poet Sponsored by the Friends of Rye Town Park
- [Sounds of the Resurrected Dead Man’s Footsteps #17](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/sounds-of-the-resurrected-dead-mans-footsteps-17/) - Sounds of the Resurrected Dead Man's Footsteps #17 MARVIN BELL 1. At the Walking Dunes, Eastern Long Island That a bent piece of straw made a circle in the sand. That it represents the true direction of the wind. Beach grass, tousled phragmite. Bone-white dishes, scoops and bowls, glaring without seeing. An accordion of creases
- [“There is a bamboo grove around my house”](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/there-is-a-bamboo-grove-around-my-house/) - There is a bamboo grove around my house Ryōkan Taigu At first glance the cursive Chinese calligraphy of Monk Ryōkan seems, even to those trained in the language, to be somewhat sloppy, almost childish in appearance, and illegible in places. But this disarmingly simple, artless, and exuberant style of brush writing-utterly individual and idiosyncratic-earned Ryōkan
- [Photo of a Man on Sunset Drive: 1914, 2008](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/photo-of-a-man-on-sunset-drive-1914-2008/) - Photo of a Man on Sunset Drive: 1914, 2008 Richard Blanco Groundbreaking Ceremony, City of South Miami, Sunset Drive Improvements And so it began: the earth torn, split open by a dirt road cutting through palmettos and wild tamarind trees defending the land against the sun. Beside the road, a shack leaning into the
- [A Circle of Sun](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/a-circle-of-sun/) - Celebrating Childhood Adonis Translated by Khaled Mattawa Even the wind wants to become a cart pulled by butterflies. I remember madness leaning for the first time on the mind's pillow. I was talking to my body then and my body was an idea I wrote in red. Red is the sun's most beautiful
- [Winnie-the-Pooh](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/winnie-the-pooh/) - Celebrating Childhood Adonis Translated by Khaled Mattawa Even the wind wants to become a cart pulled by butterflies. I remember madness leaning for the first time on the mind's pillow. I was talking to my body then and my body was an idea I wrote in red. Red is the sun's most beautiful
- [An Instance of an Island](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/an-instance-of-an-island/) - Celebrating Childhood Adonis Translated by Khaled Mattawa Even the wind wants to become a cart pulled by butterflies. I remember madness leaning for the first time on the mind's pillow. I was talking to my body then and my body was an idea I wrote in red. Red is the sun's most beautiful
- [I'm Nobody! Who are you?](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/im-nobody-who-are-you/) - I'm Nobody! Who are you? Emily Dickinson I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you - Nobody - too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd advertise - you know! How dreary - to be - Somebody! How public - like a Frog - To tell one's name - the livelong June -
- [Último Brindis](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/ultimo-brindis/) - Último Brindis Nicanor Parra Lo queramos o no Sólo tenemos tres alternativas: El ayer, el presente y el mañana. Y ni siquiera tres Porque como dice el filósofo El ayer es ayer Nos pertenece sólo en el recuerdo: A la rosa que ya se deshojó No se le puede sacar otro pétalo. Las cartas por
- [Partners](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/partners/) - The Rye Poetry Path celebrates the natural and cultural diversity, history, and beauty of the Sound Shore and its communities. It reflects the commitment of our non-profit organizations, public sector leaders, artists, writers, educators, local businesses, and neighbors to meeting the social-emotional needs of our community, and our belief in the power of the arts
- [The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-tide-rises-the-tide-falls/) - The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
- [From Blossoms](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/from-blossoms-2/) - From Blossoms Li-Young Lee From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
- [Speaking Tree](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/speaking-tree/) - Speaking Tree Joy Harjo I had a beautiful dream I was dancing with a tree. -Sandra Cisneros Some things on this earth
- [Still I Rise](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/still-i-rise/) - Still I Rise Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living
- [Jogging on the Beach](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/jogging-on-the-beach/) - Jogging on the Beach Kevin Pilkington I jog past a grin in the claw a crab left behind and homes that stilt along the shore in case to want more beach. I follow cloud and gull like a ship on a sweat voyage with a wake of foot prints in sand surf pounds flat as
- [The Widow Plants Daffodils](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-widow-plants-daffodils/) - The Widow Plants Daffodils Kristina Andersson Bicher When you first tear open the brown paper sack and peer down, don't be alarmed at their nakedness, how they huddle in clutches of six or twelve, some with brittle skins, others bald, and all blank-faced. Take them one by one, hold each in your palm, the cream-white
- [Rye Town Park](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/ryetownpark/) - The Rye Town Park section of the Rye Poetry Path will include 39 poems. Use the map below to explore. Rye Town Park is open to the public year-round. Historic Rye Town Park was designed in 1909 and offers visitors 28 acres of lawns, paths, pollinator gardens, and a pond, covered pavilions, a beachfront restaurant,
- [Wild Duck](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/wild-duck/) - Wild Duck Lola Ridge I. That was a great night we spied upon See-sawing home, Singing a hot sweet song to the super-stars Shuffling off behind the smoke-haze . . . Fog-horns sentimentalizing on the river . . . Lights dwindling to shining slits In the wet asphalt. . . Purring lights . . .
- [Celebrating Childhood](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/celebrating-childhood/) - Celebrating Childhood Adonis Translated by Khaled Mattawa Even the wind wants to become a cart pulled by butterflies. I remember madness leaning for the first time on the mind's pillow. I was talking to my body then and my body was an idea I wrote in red. Red is the sun's most beautiful
- [The Peace of Wild Things](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-peace-of-wild-things/) - The Peace of Wild Things Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the
- [Wild Geese](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/wild-geese/) - Wild Geese Wendell Berry Horseback on Sunday morning, harvest over, we taste persimmon and wild grape, sharp sweet of summer's end. In time's maze over fall fields, we name names that went west from here, names that rest on graves. We open a persimmon seed to find the tree that stands in promise, pale, in
- [Evening](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/evening/) - Evening Dorianne Laux Moonlight pours down without mercy, no matter how many have perished beneath the trees. The river rolls on. There will always be silence, no matter how long someone has wept against the side of a house, bare forearms pressed to the shingles. Everything ends. Even pain, even sorrow. The swans drift on.
- [Mud](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/mud/) - Mud Robert William Service Mud is Beauty in the making, Mud is melody awaking; Laughter, leafy whisperings, Butterflies with rainbow wings; Baby babble, lover's sighs, Bobolink in lucent skies; Ardours of heroic blood All stem back to Matrix Mud. Mud is mankind in the moulding, Heaven's mystery unfolding; Miracles of mighty men, Raphael's brush and
- [Danse Printemps et Quarantine](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/danse-printemps-et-quarantaine/) - Danse Printemps et Quarantaine Iain Haley Pollock Near the end of my run before the road turns steeply uphill toward the house, I see a girl alone on her front lawn. The day is beautiful, cloudless & cerulean, the latest in a string of beautiful days. The girl has wound her long black hair into
- [atlantic is a Sea of bones](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/atlantic-is-a-sea-of-bones/) - atlantic is a sea of bones Lucille Clifton them bones them bones will rise again them bones them bones will walk again them bones them bones will talk again now hear the word of the Lord. - Traditional atlantic is a sea of bones. my bones. my elegant afrikans connecting whydah and new york, a
- [Prints](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/prints/) - Prints Joseph Bruchac Seeing photos of ancestors a century past is like looking at your own fingerprints- circles and lines you can't recognize until someone else with a stranger's eye looks close and says that's you. Get to know this poet Sponsored by the Relyea family Joseph Bruchac, "Prints" from Sing: Poetry from the Indigenous
- [Knapp House](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/knapp-house/) - You will find 1 poem at the Knapp House. Use the map below to explore the poems locations. The grounds are open to the public year-round. The Timothy Knapp House dates back to 1662 and is considered to be the oldest residential property in Westchester County. Managed today by the Rye Historical Society, the property
- [Edith Read Wildlife Sanctuary](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/edith-read-wildlife-sanctuary/) - You will find 16 poems from the Rye Poetry Path at Edith Read. Use the map below to explore. The sanctuary is open to foot traffic year-round from dawn to dusk. (Visitors must have an active FRWS membership to enter by car.) Westchester County's Edith G. Read Wildlife Sanctuary is a 179 acre marshland and
- [Rye Nature Center](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/ryenaturecenter/) - Friends of Rye Nature Center will host 26 poems. Use the map below to explore. The grounds are open to the public year-round. In the heart of Rye along historic Boston Post Road is the 47 acre Rye Nature Center, a forest and wildlife preserve with hiking trails, ponds, streams, granite outcroppings, and a nature
- [Events](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/events/) - Ebb and Flow Sunday, April 24 - 4PM - 5PM Rye High School Performing Arts Center Tickets $10, students $5 Celebrate National Poetry Month by experiencing the Ebb and Flow of poetry and music, presented by our community's young musicians. Students will play and sing a curated program of jazz, acoustic, rock, classical, folk, and pop songs - including original compositions - that connect
- [Nimbawaadaan Akiing / I Dream a World](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/i-dream-a-world/) - Nimbawaadaan Akiing / I Dream a World Margaret Noodin Nimbawaadaan akiing I dream a world atemagag biinaagami of clean water gete-mitigoog ancient trees gaye gwekaanimad and changing winds. Nimbawaadaan akiing I dream a world izhi-mikwendamang of ones who remember nandagikenindamang gaye who seek the truth and maamwidebwe'endamang waabang believe in tomorrow together. Nimbawaadaan akiing I
- [#668](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/668-2/) - #668 Emily Dickinson "Nature" is what we see- The Hill-the Afternoon- Squirrel-Eclipse-the Bumble bee- Nay-Nature is Heaven- Nature is what we hear- The Bobolink-the Sea- Thunder-the Cricket- Nay-Nature is Harmony- Nature is what we know- Yet have no art to say- So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity.
- [Endymion](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/endymion/) - Endymion John Keats BOOK I A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to
- [Characteristics of Life](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/characteristics-of-life/) - Characteristics of Life Camille T. Dungy A fifth of animals without backbones could be at risk of extinction, say scientists. -BBC Nature News Ask me if I speak for the snail and I will tell you I speak for the snail. speak of underneathedness and the welcome of mosses, of life that springs up, little
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- [The Shapes of Leaves](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-shapes-of-leaves/) - The Shapes of Leaves Arthur Sze Ginkgo, cottonwood, pin oak, sweet gum, tulip tree: our emotions resemble leaves and alive to their shapes we are nourished. Have you felt the expanse and contours of grief along the edges of a big Norway maple? Have you winced at the orange flare searing the curves of a
- [For Keeps](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/for-keeps/) - For Keeps Joy Harjo Sun makes the day new. Tiny green plants emerge from earth. Birds are singing the sky into place. There is nowhere else I want to be but here. I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us. We gallop into a warm, southern wind. I
- [Like The Water](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/like-the-water/) - Like The Water Wendell Berry Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink till we burst, we cannot have it all, or want it all. In its abundance it survives our thirst. In the evening we come down to the shore to drink
- [Remember](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/remember/) - Remember Joy Harjo Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star's stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun's birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the giving away to night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you
- [Crossings](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/crossings/) - Crossings Ravi Shankar Between forest and field, a threshold like stepping from a cathedral into the street- the quality of air alters, an eclipse lifts, boundlessness opens, earth itself retextured into weeds where woods once were. Even planes of motion shift from vertical navigation to horizontal quiescence: there's a standing invitation to lie back as
- [Confusion of the Senses](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/confusion-of-the-senses/) - Confusion of the Senses Kenneth Rexroth Moonlight fills the laurels Like music. The moonlit Air does not move. Your white Face moves towards my face. Voluptuous sorrow Holds us like a cobweb Like a song, a perfume, the moonlight. Your hair falls and holds our faces. Your lips curl into mine. Your tongue enters my
- [The Supple Deer](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-supple-deer/) - The Supple Deer Jane Hirshfield The quiet opening between fence strands perhaps eighteen inches. Antlers to hind hooves, four feet off the ground, the deer poured through. No tuft of the coarse white belly hair left behind. I don't know how a stag turns into a stream, an arc of water. I have never felt
- [Affirmation](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/affirmation/) - Affirmation DONALD HALL To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a grandfather dies. Then we row for years on the midsummer pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage, that began without harm, scatters into debris on the
- [The Brook Has Worked out the Prominences of a Bend](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-brook-has-worked-out-the-prominences-of-a-bend/) - The Brook Has Worked out the Prominences of a Bend A. R. AMMONS THE BROOK HAS WORKED OUT THE PROMINENCES OF A BEND The brook has worked out the prominences of a bend so as to find curvature's sliding speed and now thaw or shower can reach it to shell the shale out from an
- [How to See Deer](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/how-to-see-deer/) - How to See Deer Philip Booth Forget roadside crossings. Go nowhere with guns. Go elsewhere your own way, lonely and wanting. Or stay and be early: next to deep woods inhabit old orchards. All clearings promise. Sunrise is good, and fog before sun. Expect nothing always; find your luck slowly. Wait out the windfall. Take
- [Each and All](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/each-and-all/) - Each and All Ralph Waldo Emerson Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight,
- [By Frazier Creek Falls](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/by-frazier-creek-falls/) - By Frazier Creek Falls Gary Snyder Standing up on lifted, folded rock looking out and down- The creek falls to a far valley. hills beyond that facing, half-forested, dry -clear sky strong wind in the stiff glittering needle clusters of the pine-their brown round trunk bodies straight, still; rustling trembling limbs and twigs listen. This
- [The old pond](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-old-pond/) - The old pond Basho Furuike ya kawazu tobikomu mizu no oto Literal Translation Fu-ru (old) i-ke (pond) ya, ka-wa-zu (frog) to-bi-ko-mu (jumping into) mi-zu (water) no o-to (sound) Translated by Fumiko Saisho The old pond-- a frog jumps in, sound of water.
- [Rock Pool](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/rock-pool/) - Rock Pool ALAN R. SHAPIRO 1 Water roared everywhere around us, yet from the bank all we could see of it were quick spumes and flashes here and there, in among the boulders. Cautiously, as if they might awaken, we clambered over the gigantic slabs and humps, the sun-baked ovals lumpy as hammered clay, and
- [Man in Stream](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/man-in-stream/) - Man in Stream Rosanna Warren You stand in the brook, mud smearing your forearms, a bloodied mosquito on your brow, your yellow T-shirt dampened to your chest as the current flees between your legs, amber, verdigris, unraveling today's story, last night's travail . . . You stare at the father beaver, eye to eye, but
- [On a Tree Fallen Across the Road](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/on-a-tree-fallen-across-the-road/) - On a Tree Fallen Across the Road Robert Frost (To hear us talk) The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are Insisting always on our own
- [There Will Come Soft Rains](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/there-will-come-soft-rains/) - There Will Come Soft Rains Sara Teasdale (War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white, Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
- [Oak](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/oak/) - Oak TYLER MILLS How do you describe the emptiness above the shingle & tar & threads of power lines, the bark dabbed in with lichen, &nbsp the capillary beds of branches-bronchioles-more blue between them now? Though rain will come &nbsp late afternoon, drumming into my child's nap (water running, she'll wake dreaming), for now blank
- [The Noble Nature](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-noble-nature/) - The Noble Nature Ben Jonson It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night- It
- [[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/i-carry-your-heart-with-me/) - [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] E. E. CUMMINGS i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful
- [In the Clearing](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/in-the-clearing/) - In the Clearing Patricia Hooper After last night's rain the woods smell sensual-a mixture of leaves and musk. The morels have disappeared, and soon I'll come across those yellow chanterelles, the kind they sell in town at the farmers' market. Once I saw the Swedish woman who raises her own food foraging for them, two
- [The Spider Speaks](https://ryepoetrypath.ryelibrary.org/the-spider-speaks/) - The Spider Speaks Shara McCallum No choice but to spin, The life given. Mother warned me I would wake one dawn To a sun no longer yellow, To an expanse of blue And no proper word To name it. Weaving The patterned threads Of my life, each day Another web and the next. If instead
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