I write abundantly. And then my next step is to struggle to reduce the ornament, to reduce the abundance-to prune the book, in other words, the way one prunes a tree-so it can grow. This is my idea of a book.

I write abundantly. And then my next step is to struggle to reduce the ornament, to reduce the abundance-to prune the book, in other words, the way one prunes a tree-so it can grow. This is my idea of a book.

Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom.

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

In a pine tree,/ A few yards from my window sill,/ A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and/ down./ On a branch./ I laugh, as I see him abandon himself/ To entire delight, for he knows as well as I do/ That the branch will not break.

I close my eyes, and think of water.

It goes without saying that a fine short poem can have the resonance and depth of an entire novel.