- 1. Alone
I, one who never speaks,
Listened days in summer trees,
Each day a rustling leaf.
...
- 2. The Journey
Snake River Country
I now remembered slowly how I came,
I, sometime living, sometime with a name,
...
- 3. John Sutter
I was the patriarch of the shining land,
Of the blond summer and metallic grain;
Men vanished at the motion of my hand,
And when I beckoned they would come again.
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- 4. The Precision
God spoke once in the dark: dead sound
in the dead silence. I turned
in my sleep.
I slept and sank away.
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- 5. To The Holy Spirit
Immeasurable haze:
The desert valley spreads
Up golden river-beds
As if in other days.
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- 6. The Empty Hills
The grandeur of deep afternoons,
The pomp of haze on marble hills,
Where every white-walled villa swoons
Through violence that heat fulfills,
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