A bird the size A Timbered Choir, This Day
A child unborn, the coming year Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
A gracious lady came to us Given, This Day
A gracious Sabbath stood here while they stood Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
A gracious spirit sings as it comes The Wheel, Collected Poems
A hawk in flight Leavings, This Day
A high wooded hill near Florence, an April Openings, Collected Poems
A long time ago, returning A Timbered Choir, This Day
A lookout upon a place to work, A Small Porch
A man could be a god A Part, Collected Poems
A man is lying on a bed A Timbered Choir, This Day
A man is walking in a field Leavings, This Day
A man with some authentic worries A Timbered Choir, This Day
A man's desire, overwhelming Leavings, This Day
A mind that has confronted ruin for years Given, This Day
A people in the throes of national prosperity, who Entries
A shower like a little song Entries
A sparrow is The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
A spring wind blowing Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
A tired man leaves his labor, felt Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
A woman wholly given in love is held Entries
A young man leaving home Given, This Day
A young man's love is bitter love Entries
Above trees and rooftops A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Across the distance he saw Sabbaths 2016
Admit us at last to Thy silence Sabbaths 2013
After a mild winter Sabbaths 2002, Given, This Day
After reproduction by cell division Sabbaths 2016
After she died there came a day Entries
After the bitter nights Leavings, This Day
After the campaign of the killing machines Given, This Day
After the mathematic of the Crucifixion A Small Porch
After the slavery of the body, dumbfoundment A Timbered Choir, This Day
After we saw the wild ducks A Part, Collected Poems
Again I resume the long Given, This Day
Again the air is full A Small Porch
Again we come A Timbered Choir, This Day
All day our eyes could find no resting place The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
All day the crops burn in the cloudless air Entries
All goes back to the earth Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
All our days are arrows; now at the turn The Country of Marriage
All that I serve will die, all my delights Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
All that passes descends The Wheel, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
All that patriotism requires, and all that it can be Given, This Day
All yesterday afternoon I sat Sabbaths 2002, Given, This Day
Almost lost in the mass A Small Porch
Alone, he has come to the end Farming: A Hand Book
Always in the distance A Timbered Choir, This Day
Always on their generation's breaking wave Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
An old man, who has been on many days Given, This Day
And now the lowland grove is down, the trees A Timbered Choir, This Day
And now the remnant groves grow bright with praise A Timbered Choir, This Day
And now this holding A Small Porch
And now this leaf lies brightly on the ground A Timbered Choir, This Day
And sometimes he fulfills Entries
And we who walk in darkness A Small Porch
Anger at humans, my own kind This Day
Another rainy winter A Part
Another Sunday morning comes Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Another year has returned to us A Timbered Choir, This Day
"Are you back to normal?" asksLeavings, This Day
As a child, the Mad Farmer saw easily This Day
As he crosses the lake Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
As I sit here Leavings
As I started home after dark Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
As if suddenly, little towns Leavings, This Day
As my first blow against it, I would not stay Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
As old men often have said This Day
As spring begins the river rises Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
As the day goes my mind keeps turning The Country of Marriage
As the future is to fear, the ones gather A Small Porch
As the soldier takes bodily form Leavings
As timely as a river Given, This Day
Ask the world to reveal its quietude Given, This Day
At first there was the woods Clearing
At my age my father The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
At start of spring I open a trench A Part, Collected Poems
At the end of a long time This Day
At the end of October Openings, Collected Poems
At the first strokes of the fiddle bow The Wheel, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
At the woods' edge, suddenly This Day
"Attend to the little ones" This Day
Awaked from the persistent dream Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Because desire and will are strong Clearing (Work Song)
Before we kill another child (IX) Sabbaths 2006, Leavings, This Day
Being, whose flesh dissolves Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Believe the automatic righteousness Openings, Collected Poems
Best of any song A Timbered Choir, This Day
Better born than married, misled Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
Between painting a roof yesterday and the hay Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
Between the living world A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Beyond this final house The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
Birds people the heights, the lower flyways, A Small Porch
Birth of color Openings, Collected Poems
Blesséd be the vireo This Day
Born by our birth Leavings, This Day
Bridged and forgot, the river The Wheel, Collected Poems
Bright frost adrift Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
(Burley Coulter, once in time) Given
But do the Lords of War in fact Given, This Day
By courtesy of the light This Day
By expenditure of hope Given, This Day
By its own logic, greed Leavings, This Day
By the fall of years I learn how it has been Clearing (Work Song), Collected Poems
Camp Branch, my native stream Leavings, This Day
Can I see the buds that are swelling Given, This Day
Certain and elect, a man is going to a happy place Entries
"Chance" is a poor word, among Leavings
Clumsy at first, fitting together The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
Cold and dim, the winter day Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
Come, dear brothers Entries, Selected Poems
Come to the window, look out, and see Given, This Day
Coming to the woods' edge A Timbered Choir, This Day
Crumbs of rotten stone Clearing
Cut off in front of the line A Timbered Choir, This Day
Dark with power, we remain Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Dead at the pasture edge Openings
Dear Ed Leavings
Dear Ernie Leavings
Dear Hayden Leavings
Dear Hayden, when I read your book I was aching Entries
Dear John Leavings
Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath The Country of Marriage, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Deep in the back ways of my mind I see them Openings, Collected Poems
Did I believe I had a clear mind The Country of Marriage, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Do not live for death This Day
Do not think me gentle A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
"Do you want to ask Leavings
Don't think of it The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
Dream ended, I went out, awake Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Early in the morning, walking Given, This Day
Early in the year by my friend's gift This Day
Eight below zero on the fifth of March A Part
Enclosing the field within bounds Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Estranged by distance, he relearns Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Eternity is not infinity Leavings, This Day
Even in a country you know by heart A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Even in the darkness, love Entries
Even love must pass through loneliness The Wheel, Collected Poems
Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling A Timbered Choir, This Day
Every afternoon the old turtle Sabbaths 2002, Given, This Day
Except in idea, perfection is as wild Findings, Selected Poems
Explainers speak of the "stratification" of the forest: the tops of A Small Porch
Fifty-three years gone This Day
Finally will it not be enough A Timbered Choir, This Day
Flying at night, above the clouds, all earthmarks spurned A Part, Collected Poems
For his while remaining, he Sabbaths 2016
For parents, the only way A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
For the apparent disorder This Day
For the third time since the first Leavings, This Day
For whatever is let go The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
For years around the spare house This Day
Forgive me, my delight The Wheel, Collected Poems
Forsaking all others, we The Wheel, Collected Poems
From many hard workdays in the fields Entries
From my wife and household and fields Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
From the porch at dusk I watched Openings, Collected Poems
From the union of power and money Entries, Selected Poems
From Virginia, they came to wilderness A Small Porch
Given the solemn river Given, This Day
Go by the narrow road A Timbered Choir, This Day
God, how I hate the names Leavings, This Day
Great deathly powers have passed Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Greatly troubled in his mind Sabbaths 2013
Growing weather; enough rain Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
Hail to the forest born again Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Hardly escaping the limitless machines Leavings, This Day
Hate has no world A Timbered Choir, This Day
Having carried them within her A Small Porch
Having lived long in time Entries, Selected Poems
Having made the place Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
Having once put his hand into the ground Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Having written some pages in favor of Jesus Leavings, This Day
He comes along the street, singing The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
He dreamed there was a storm Entries
He had a tall cedar he wanted to cut for posts A Timbered Choir, This Day
He sees by the light of the sun A Small Porch
He thought to keep himself from Hell A Timbered Choir, This Day
He wakes in darkness. All around Given, This Day
He wants to see the pasture green and thriving, satisfying the A Small Porch
He was in his strength, the most feeling Entries
Hell is timely, for Hell is the thought Leavings, This Day
Her fate seizes her and brings her The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
Here by the road where people are carried, with A Timbered Choir, This Day
Here in the woods near Leavings, This Day
Here is the first fact Sabbaths 2013
Here the mingling of the waters Sabbaths 2016, The Art of Loading Brush
Here where the dark-sourced stream brims up Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Here where the world is being made Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
His enemy, the universe, surrounds him nightly with stars The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
His memories lived in the place Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Horseback on Sunday morning The Country of Marriage, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
How can we be so superior Sabbaths 2006, Leavings, This Day
How exactly good it is Openings, Collected Poems
How hard it is for me, who live Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
How I wish I could have been Sabbaths 2016
How joyful to be together, alone Entries, Selected Poems
How light the burdens of despair A Part
How little I know in my widest This Day
How long does it take to make the woods Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
How many have relinquished Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
How many of your birthdays Leavings, This Day
How much poison are you willing Leavings
How simple to be dead!—the only Leavings, This Day
How sweetly at other times A Small Porch
However just and anxious I have been Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Hunting them, a man must sweat, bear A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
I am done with apologies. If contrariness is my Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
I am going with seed The Country of Marriage
I am hardly an ornithologist Leavings, This Day
I am oppressed by all the room taken up by the dead Farming: A Hand Book
I began to be followed by a voice saying Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
I built a timely room beside the river Given, This Day
I came out to the barn lot A Part, Collected Poems
I came upon Mr. Hardin Sabbaths 2013
I climb up through the thicket A Timbered Choir, This Day
I come to it again A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
I come to the fear of love A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
I dream an inescapable dream Openings (The Return 3), Selected Poems, Collected Poems
I dream by night the horror Leavings, This Day
I dream of a quiet man Given, This Day
I dream of you walking at night along the streams The Country of Marriage, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
I dreamed of my father when he was old Entries, Selected Poems
I employ the blind mandolin player The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
I fired the brush pile by the creek Entries
I go among trees and sit still Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
I go by a field where once Leavings, This Day
I go from the woods into the cleared fields Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
I go in under foliage The Wheel, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
I have again come home A Timbered Choir, This Day
I have been spared another day Openings
I've come down from the sky Given, This Day
I have taken in the light The Country of Marriage, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
I have watched this place This Day
I imagine him as he must appear Entries
I knew her when I saw her Entries
I know for a while again Given, This Day
I know I am getting old and I say so, Leavings, This Day
I know that I have life Leavings, This Day
I leave behind even Leavings
I leave the warmth of the stove A Timbered Choir, This Day
I love the courage Leavings
I love the passing light Leavings, This Day
I love to lie down weary Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
I made an opening The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
I mistook your white head for a flower Given, This Day
I never have denied Entries
I owned a slope full of stones Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
I part the out thrusting branches A Part, Collected Poems
I rest in the one life This Day
I saw a hummingbird stand This Day
I stood and heard the steps of the city The Wheel, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
I tell my love in rhyme The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
I think of Gloucester, blind, led through the world A Timbered Choir, This Day
I think of us all at work Sabbaths 2013
I think of us lying asleep The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
I too am not at home A Timbered Choir, This Day
I tremble with gratitude Leavings, This Day
I used to know as many people Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
I used to wish for a breakthrough A Part
I wake in the dark Sabbaths 2013
I walk in openings A Timbered Choir, This Day
I walked the deserted prospect of the modern mind Sabbaths 1987, This Day
I was at home alone. He came Entries
I was born in a drouth year. That summer Farming: A Hand Book
I was wakened from my dream of the ruined world by the A Timbered Choir, This Day
I was walking in a dark valley The Wheel, Collected Poems
I was your rebellious son Entries, Selected Poems
I went away only A Timbered Choir, This Day
I will wait here in the fields A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
I wish I was easy in my mind, but I ain't A Part
I would have each couple turn The Wheel, Collected Poems
I would not have been a poet A Timbered Choir, This Day
If not for mortality and its troubles Sabbaths 2016
If there are a "chosen few" (I) Sabbaths 2006, Leavings, This Day
If we have become a people incapable Leavings, This Day
If we surely knew that the man before us A Small Porch
If we will have the wisdom to survive Clearing (Work Song), Selected Poems
If you are not to become a monster Entries, Selected Poems
If you love it, do not photograph This Day
If you provided a marriage feast Entries
I'll never know what causes it Openings
In a country without saints or shrines Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
In a crease of the hill Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
In a country you know by heart Sabbaths 2013
In a dream I meet A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
In a single motion the river comes and goes Given, This Day
In a time that breaks Openings, Collected Poems
In early April a heavy rain A Small Porch
In early morning we awaken from A Timbered Choir, This Day
In happiness, we reject the fair A Part
In Heaven the starry saints will wipe away Given, This Day
In ignorance of the source, our want The Wheel, Collected Poems
In January cold, the year's short light Entries, Selected Poems
In my line of paperwork A Part, Collected Poems
In our consciousness of time Leavings, This Day
In spring we planted seed A Timbered Choir, This Day
In the April rain I climbed up to drink Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
In the dusk of the river, the wind Openings, Collected Poems
In the empty lot--a place The Broken Ground, Selected Poems
In the essential prose The Broken Ground, Selected Poems
In the evening there were flocks of nighthawks Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
In the great circle, dancing in The Wheel, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
In the mating of trees The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
In the place that is my own place, whose earth Openings (The Return 7), Selected Poems
In the stiffened air the country hardens A Small Porch
In the stilled place that once was a road going down Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
In the town's graveyard the oldest plot now frees itself Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
In the world forever one Given, This Day
In this age of nearly perfect Entries
In this sad world where Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
In this woman the earth speaks Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
In time a man disappears Leavings, This Day
Inside its bends, the river Leavings, This Day
Instead of reading Chairman Mao A Part
Is this the river of life Sabbaths 2002, Given, This Day
It is a day of the earth's renewing without any man's doing or help Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
It is almost spring again A Timbered Choir, This Day
It is anno Domini 2014, A Small Porch
It is hard to have hope. It is harder as you grow old, Leavings, This Day
It is late November, Thanksgiving Given, This Day
It is no longer necessary to sleepThe Broken Ground, Collected Poems
It is presumptuous and irresponsible to pray for other people Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
It is the destruction of the world A Timbered Choir, This Day
It seems we live before a mirror now Sabbaths 2002
It takes all time to see eternity Given, This Day
It's spring. The birds sing This Day
It's the immemorial feelings A Part, Collected Poems
Jason Needly found his father, old Ab, at work Leavings
(Jayber Crow in old age) Given, This Day
Late in the night I pay Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
Late winter cold Sabbaths 2002, Given, This Day
Learn by little the desire for all things Leavings, This Day
Let him escape hospital and doctor Findings, Selected Poems
Let me be plain with you, dear reader Given, This Day
Let them stand still for the bullet, and stare the shooter in the eye A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Let us not condemn the human beings This Day
Let us pledge allegiance to the flag Entries
Let us say there is no life after death Sabbaths 2013
Life does not relent or become A Small Porch
Life forgives its depredations Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Life is the organ that outlasts death Sabbaths 2016
Life is your privilege, not your belonging A Part, Collected Poems
Lift up the dead leaves A Timbered Choir, This Day
Like a room, the clear stanza The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
Like a tide it comes in The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
Like light beyond "the visible spectrum" This Day
Little stream, Camp Branch (VI) Sabbaths 2006
Little stream, Camp Branch, flowing Leavings, This Day
Lonely, lonely. The first snow Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
Looking at screens Sabbaths 2013
Love, all day there has been at the edge of my mind Openings, Collected Poems
Love is a universe beyond A Small Porch
Love is the crisis of our work A Small Porch
Love the quick profit, the annual raise The Country of Marriage, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Loving you has taught me the infinite A Timbered Choir, This Day
Machines pass on the road, so heavy Entries
Many I loved as man and boy Leavings, This Day
Many with whom I mourned the dead This Day
Matisse's Dominique of Vence This Day
May what I've written here A Timbered Choir, This Day
Men's negligence and their Farming: A Hand Book
Moonlight, daylight This Day
Mowing the hillside pasture—where Leavings, This Day
Must another poor body, brought Entries
My first blow against it, I would not stay Farming: A Hand Book
My gentle hill, I rest The Wheel, Collected Poems
My grandfather, in the lost tongue Entries
My old friend tells us how the country changed Entries, Selected Poems
My old friend, the owner The Broken Ground, Selected Poems
My sore ran in the night A Timbered Choir, This Day
My young grandson rides with me Leavings, This Day
Nell's small grave, opening Leavings, This Day
New come, we took fields This Day
Nightmares of the age invade A Small Porch
No, no, there is no going back A Timbered Choir, This Day
Not again in this flesh will I see Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Nothing is simple A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Now, as a man learning A Timbered Choir
Now comes the overflow A Small Porch
Now constantly there is the sound Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Now falls upon our hope and work This Day
Now I have reached the age A Timbered Choir, This Day
Now Loyce Flood is dead A Timbered Choir, This Day
Now, surely, I am getting old A Timbered Choir, This Day
Now that you have gone A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Now the old ways that have brought us The Country of Marriage, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Now though the season warms Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Now with its thunder spring A Timbered Choir, This Day
Now you have slipped away A Timbered Choir, This Day
Now you know the worst A Timbered Choir, This Day
O hasten, hasten through the dark A Small Porch
O my own small country battered This Day
O saints, if I am ever eligible for this prayer, (VI) Sabbaths 2006, Leavings, This Day
O Thou, far off and here, whole and broken A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
O Thou who by Thy touch give form This Day
O when the world's at peace The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
October's completing light falls Clearing (Work Song)
Off in the woods in the quiet This Day
Old forest, tall household of the birds, no more A Part
(Old Man Jayber Crow) (II) Sabbaths 2006
On a bright day, having slept This Day
On summer evenings we sat in the yard A Timbered Choir, This Day
On the housetop, the floor of the boundless Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
On the morning of the first day Sabbaths 2013
Once there was a man who filmed his vacation Entries, Selected Poems
Once there was nothing, This Day
One day I walked imagining A Timbered Choir, This Day
One faith is bondage. Two The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
One morning out of time A Timbered Choir, This Day
One white anemone Sabbaths 2016
Our Christmas tree is A Timbered Choir, This Day
Our household for the time made right Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Our kind vandalize the earth The Country of Marriage
Our very fields are flowing A Small Porch
Our vow is the plumb line This Day
Our young Tanya, who bears This Day
Over and over again Leavings
Over the river in loud flood Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Paradise might have appeared here The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
Parting from you, rising Entries
Passed through the dark wall The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
Passion has brought me Clearing (Work Song)
Patriotism blasts and crackles A Small Porch
Planting trees early in spring A Part, Collected Poems
Poem, do not raise your voiceLeavings, This Day
Praise "family values" This Day
Quiet. The river flows soundlessly by This Day
Raindrops on the tin roof A Part, Collected Poems
Raking hay on a rough slope A Timbered Choir, This Day
Remembering that it happened once A Timbered Choir, This Day
Right-mindedness: a mind in place A Small Porch
Rising out of the crowd of lowly A Small Porch
Seventeen more years, and they are here A Timbered Choir, This Day
Seventeen seventy one A Part, Collected Poems
Shadows rise out of the hollows A Part
She worries me. Three years Farming: A Hand Book
Shrugging in the flight of its leaves The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
Since, despite the stern demands This Day
Sit and be quiet. In a while This Day
Sits level Entries
Six days of work are spent Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Sleep undefended in the dark Sabbaths 2016
Slowly, slowly, they return Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
So many times I've gone away Leavings, This Day
So this is what happened A Part
Solitude, rain and wind, the night cold Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
Some had derided him Given, This Day
Some Sunday afternoon, it may be A Timbered Choir, This Day
Somehow it has all The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
Sometimes hidden from me Entries, Selected Poems
Sometimes in sleeping he forgets Entries
Sometimes we do not know what time he's in Entries
Spell the spiel of cause and effect Entries, Selected Poems
Stone churches, seeking Heaven's face Entries
Suppose we did our work Leavings
Surely it will be for this: the redbud Given, This Day
Surely there is simple wrong, wrong A Small Porch
Tanya. Now that I am getting old Given, This Day
Teach me the work that honors Thy work Sabbaths 2002, Given, This Day
Terrors are to come. The earth Openings, Collected Poems
Thank you. I'm glad to know we're friends, of course; Leavings
That is the glimmering vein The Country of Marriage, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
"That's been an oak tree a long time," Leavings, This Day
That was a lovely time we had out there Farming: A Hand Book
"That's been an oak tree for a long time," (XI) Sabbaths 2006
The above-ground woods is confirmed, A Small Porch
The acadian flycatcher, not Sabbaths 2002, Given, This Day
The bell calls in the town Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, Travelling at Home, This Day
The best of human work defers A Small Porch
The best reward in going to the woods A Timbered Choir, This Day
The body in the invisible A Timbered Choir, This Day
The Book of Camp Branch (III) Sabbaths 2006
The buildings are all womanly. Their roofs Farming: A Hand Book
The cherries turn ripe, ripe Sabbaths 2002, Given, This Day
The clearing rests in song and shade Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
The cloud is free only The Wheel, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The conversion of trees to wood to money, A Small Porch
The creek flows full over the rocks This Day
The creek in flood at night A Small Porch
The crop must drink, we move the pipe Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
The crops were made. The leaves Clearing, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The dark around us, come Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
The dead come near him in his sleep Entries
The difference is a polished Given, This Day
The dogs of indecision The Country of Marriage, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The eager dog lies strange and still Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
The ears stung with cold Openings, Collected Poems
The eastern sky at evening This Day
The evening after Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
The expert on resistance to torture A Small Porch
The ewes crowd to the manger A Timbered Choir, This Day
The faith of the gliding swallows (VIII) Sabbaths 2006
The fearfulness of hands that have learned killing Openings
The Feltner's back porch in early July, 1948 Farming: A Hand Book
The field mouse flickers Clearing (Where 2), Collected Poems
The first man who whistled A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The first mosquito Leavings
The fisherman rows up the river Openings
The flocking blackbirds fly across Sabbaths 2002, Given, This Day
The forest serves the human economy merely by being a forest A Small Porch
The fowls speak and sing, settling for the night Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
The freckled lilies Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
The frog with lichened back and golden thigh Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
The fume and shock and uproar Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
The god of the river leans The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
The gods are less A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The grass doth wither, the flower This Day
The grower of trees, the gardener, the man born to farming Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The hand is risen from the earth Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
The hidden bird is singing Sabbaths 2016
The hill pasture, an open place among the trees Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
The hook of adrenaline shoves The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
The horses graze the winter slope A Part
The house is cold at dawn Given, This Day
The incarnate Word is with us Given, This Day
The intellect so ravenous to know Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
The kindly faithful light returns Given, This Day
The land is an ark, full of things waiting Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
The leveling of the water, its increase Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The light is low and red upon the fields Entries
The little stream sings Given, This Day
The lives of the rock Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
The long cold drives life inward A Small Porch
The longer we are together A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The lovers know the loveliness A Timbered Choir, This Day
The low songs of summer's end Clearing (Work Song)
The lowlife poet moreover Sabbaths 2013
The mad farmer, the thirsty one Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
The mind is the continuity Findings, Collected Poems
The mockingbird sings A Small Porch
The morning comes. The old woman, a spot A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The morning lights Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The nation is a boat Leavings, This Day
The need comes on me now This Day
The old dog with her gray muzzle Sabbaths 2013
The old know well the world This Day
The old man from up the creek A Small Porch
The old man in his latter days Sabbaths 2016
The old man is in the last days A Small Porch
The old oak wears new leaves A Timbered Choir, This Day
The old shepherd comes to another This Day
The old, whose bodies encrust their lives Openings
The opening out and out The Broken Ground, Selected Poems
The painter Harlan Hubbard said Leavings, This Day
"The past above, the future below Leavings, This Day
The pasture, bleached and cold two weeks ago Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
The pattern for keeping this place A Small Porch
The poem is important, but Entries, Selected Poems
The poet's question confronts Sabbaths 2013
The politics of illusion, of death's money Given, This Day
The question before me, now that I Given, This Day
The red-eyed vireo This Day
The ripe grassheads bendin the starlight Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
The river is of the earth Leavings
The river steams in the cold The Country of Marriage
The river takes the land, and leaves nothing A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The Sabbath of the standing woods Sabbaths 2016
The sea always arriving Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
The seed is in the ground A Timbered Choir, This Day
The seeds begin abstract as their species Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
The silence of the barn at evening A Small Porch
The sky bright after summer-ending rain A Timbered Choir, This Day
The songs of small birds fade away Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
The sounds of engines leave the air. Leavings, This Day
The spring woods hastening now Given, This Day
The stepping stones, once A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The storied leaves fall through the stories A Part
The summer ends, and it is time Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
The tall marigolds darken The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
The team rests in shade at the edge A Timbered Choir, This Day
The times are disgusting enough, (IV) Sabbaths 2006, Leavings, This Day
The trees are already half bare Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
The two, man and boy, wait A Timbered Choir, This Day
The valley holds its shadow The Wheel, Collected Poems
The voices of travellers on the hill road The Country of Marriage
The watcher comes, knowing the small A Small Porch
The watcher has come, as quiet Sabbaths 2016
The wild cherries ripen, black and fat A Part, Collected Poems
The wind of the fall is here Given, This Day
The wind scruffling it, the bay The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
The wind too has its Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
The winter world of loss A Timbered Choir, This Day
The winter wren is back, quick Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
The woods and pastures are joyous Given, This Day
The woods is completed in beauty A Small Porch
The woods is shining this morning Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
The woods is white with snow Given, This Day
The world as men have made it is an ungainly Farming: A Hand Book
The world of machines is running A Timbered Choir, This Day
The year begins with war A Timbered Choir, This Day
The year falls also from A Small Porch
The year relents, and free Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
The years have not brought him Sabbaths 2013
The yellow-throated warbler, the highest remotest voice Given, This Day
There are seasons enough for sorrow This Day
There are times when I know that Heaven's stair (V) Sabbaths 2006
There is a day A Timbered Choir, This Day
There is a place you can go Given, This Day
There is a flower called touch-me-not Entries
There is never an end to imagining A Small Porch
There is no spring flower so This Day
There is nothing random or by-chance (except A Small Porch
There is poor pleasure in this The Country of Marriage
They are fighting again the war to end war Given, This Day
They are gone, the wild Farming: A Hand Book
They are here again A Part, Collected Poems
They believe they've understood A Small Porch
They come singly, the little streams Given, This Day
They depart from what they have failed Openings
They gather like an ancestry Leavings, This Day
They lived long and were faithful The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
They sit together on the porch, the dark A Timbered Choir, This Day
They were into the lambing, up late Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
This is a poet of the river lands This Day, Sabbaths 2013
This is a story handed down A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
This is the age of our absence from the world, even This Day
This is the daily gift Sabbaths 2013
This is the flood road This Day
This is the time you'd like to stay Given, This Day
This man, proud and young Entries, Selected Poems
This, then, is to be the way? Freedom's candle will be Given, This Day
Those who give their thought A Timbered Choir, This Day
Those who use the world assuming Leavings, This Day
Though he was ill and in pain Leavings, This Day
Though his tenure on the earth This Day
Though the air is full of singing The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
Through elm, buckeye, thorn Clearing, Collected Poems
Through the weeks of deep snow A Part, Collected Poems
Thrush song, stream song, holy love Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, Traveling at Home, This Day
Times will come as they must This Day, Sabbaths 2013
Tiny elegant birds, a pair, have come This Day
To be at home on its native ground The Wheel, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
To care for what we know requires A Small Porch
To draw together the differences Openings
To enrich the earth I have sowed clover and grass Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
To give mind to machines, they are calling it A Timbered Choir, This Day
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems
To know the inhabiting reasons Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
To long for what can be fulfilled in time Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
To long for what eternity fulfills Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir
To love is to suffer--did I Entries, Selected Poems
To moralize the state, they drag out a man Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
To re-enter Openings
To search for what belongs where it is The Wheel, Collected Poems
To sit and look at light-filled leaves Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
To sit or walk many days A Small Porch
To steady us in space Sabbaths 2013
To tell a girl you loved her—my God!— Leavings
To the National Security Agency A Small Porch
To think of gathering all This Day
To those who love one another This Day
True harvests no mere intent may reap A Part, Collected Poems
Turn toward the holocaust, it approaches Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Uncle Rad wasn't what you'd call Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
Under the sign of the citizen's pistol This Day
Until I have appeased the itch Entries
Up in the blown-down woods Given, This Day
Waked up by thunder in the west Sabbaths 2013
Wash your hands, get them good and clean A Part
Washed into the doorway The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
We are others and the earth The Wheel, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
We come at last to the dark Sabbaths 2002, Given, This Day
We follow the dead to their graves Given, This Day
We forget the land we stand on Leavings, This Day
We have kept to the way we chose A Timbered Choir, This Day
We have walked so many times, my boy Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
We hear way off approaching sounds Given, This Day
We know the winter earth upon the body of the young president, and the early dark falling November Twenty Six Nineteen Hundred Sixty Three
We lay in our bed as in a tomb Entries, Selected Poems
We live by mercy if we live A Timbered Choir, This Day
We sleep and wake A Small Porch
We, travellers, walking to the sun, can't see Given, This Day
We've come again to a garden begun This Day
We watch the TV show Entries
We went in darkness where A Timbered Choir, This Day
We were standing by the road Leavings, This Day
We who prayed and wept A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
We will see no more The Wheel, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
What a consolation it is, after Given, this Day
What a wonder I was A Small Porch
What banged? Leavings
What death means is not this The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
What did I learn from him Entries, Selected Poems
What do the tall trees say A Timbered Choir, This Day
What hard travail God does in death Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
What I fear most is despair Given, this Day
What if, in the high, restful sanctuary Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
What might not a poet write Sabbaths 2016
What must a man do to be at home in the world Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
What she made in her body is broken The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
What stood will stand, though all be fallen Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, this Day
What the clover says Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
What vision or blindness lives Openings
What was here that you wanted to change? A Small Porch
What we have been becomes The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
What we leave behind to sleep Clearing, Collected Poems
Whatever happens Given, This Day
Whatever is foreseen in joy Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
When despair for the world grows in me Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
When he goes out in the morning The Broken Ground, Collected Poems
When I cannot be with you Entries, Selected Poems
When I speak to you of love Sabbaths 2016
When I was a boy here A Part, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
When I was a young man Entries, Selected Poems
When I was young and lately wed Entries
When icy fangs hang from the eaves This Day
When my father was an old man A Timbered Choir, This Day
When our first grandchild came A Small Porch
When the ground is safely kept A Small Porch
When we convene again Given, this Day
Where he sat in a room apart This Day
Where the great trees were felled A Timbered Choir, This Day
Where the road came, no longer bearing men Farming: A Hand Book, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
While the land suffers, automobiles thrive, Leavings
While the summer's growth kept me Farming: A Hand Book, Collected Poems
While we unloaded the hay from the truck, building Farming: A Hand Book
Who makes a clearing makes a work of art Sabbaths, A Timbered Choir, This Day
Whose light is this The Country of Marriage
Will the robotic tree perform A Small Porch
Willing to die The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
Will-lessly the leaves fall This Day
Winding out of the hills Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look
Window. Window Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Within the circles of our lives The Wheel, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Worn to brightness, this A Timbered Choir, This Day
Yes, though hope is our duty, Leavings, This Day
You can divide a bird from its life A Small Porch
You don't know the day until A Small Porch
You lean at ease in your warm house at night after supper Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
You never know Clearing
You put on my clothes The Country of Marriage, Collected Poems
"You see," my mother said, and laughed A Timbered Choir, This Day
You will be walking some night Openings, Selected Poems, Collected Poems
Young love grows older Sabbaths 2013
Young, we had not enough Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look, A Part