by A. R. Ammons
A colleague dies and is cremated, 845
A construed entity too, 394
A day without rain is like, 189
A downpour, thunder-sudden and quit, rattled, 385
A feeling of transparency like freedom, 391
a flock of, 144
a hip pain, a swollen gum, eyes that stick dry, 621
A leaf picked, 35
A leaf, loose, 839
a light catches somewhere, finds human, 134
A little, 403
A little shower, 323
a mockingbird sings to a whole, 139
a pain in the knee or hipjoint or warps and, 240
a poet hands me his poem and says, 99
A pollen, 189
A shaded branch will through etiolation stretch, even though it has, 325
A sheer loops in and berries bead, 333
A sheet of shale chips, 149
A single, 149
A small boulder washed or, 150
A small moon nearly melted in the almost-morning, 718
A snatch of crabgrass broken through a crack in the blacktop, 423
A starving man dreams of more than enough, 151
a stone sinks in soil like, 140
A strong southwester, 8
A system of necessity much elaborated, 846
A train rumbles through the valley before day, 384
a waste of words, a flattened-down, smoothed-, 267
A whirlwind held still, 68
A wretchedness will come with an improvement, like as not, 421
A young woman, 405
Actuality surges, 393
after bridge work, so many abutments, crowns, 879
After fall, winds, 146
After rain I, 35
After Saturday’s all day pouring rain, 854
After thaws, 406
After the inch-deep, 70
After the long snow, 219
Airs acquire recency, youth’s, 857
all my life I thought a swig was a little bit, 648
All my, 678
All things that live die but even, 324
All well and good for autonomy that it find, 695
an early June morning in early June, we, having, 263
Another day promised for forty, 147
Anxiety clears meat chunks out of the stew, carrots, takes, 324
Apostasy is such, if you doubt on, 219
Appearances, undwellings, are shunted, 384
Are the warblers drifting, 148
Arriving takes, 404
Art’s the, 218
As glimmer goes, 70
As I grow older, 17
as if the name were not, 139
As the snow, 151
at a roadstand, in Dryden, or just outside, 644
at dusk rabbits settle, 133
At the extreme, 422
battalions of leaves routed by the, 559
Black, red, gold, green-speckled leaves, 383
Bliss is the, 59
Boulders high-lying, 420
breaking up the hang up hanging, 566
Brought in before the stone, 788
Bubblers and peppers in the frail green woods!, 787
But for an observed phenomenon, 789
But what giving is to be expected from someone, 760
but why put a stone there, 137
By the boulder cluster the wind, 73
Can nature form a rule ruling nature, 326
can one be powerful and not invoke nightmares, 665
can you make nothing interesting, 548
cauliflowers are either real or, 102
Chimney-top, aerial- or cherry-tree-top, 420
clamp the c (c-clamp?) of clog on log, it’s a, 608
consciousness is a kind of planet, inscribed, 624
considering mutability and muck, 106
Considering the show, some prize-winning, 5
Continually is continuously, 190
Creepy little creepers are insinuatingly, 220
culture, hardened to shellac’s empty, 132
Curious (or not at all) that now, 370
Death, unduly undoing, 75
Death is very common but not, 322
December 30th and already the sun setting, 756
dew shatters into rivulets on crunched cellophane, 236
Dew turns, 36
Did wind and wave design the albatross’s wing, 885
do things close up or close down, 487
Does he know enough to know what it’s like, 369
don’t go on about it: put your mind, 484
Don’t stop or the past will catch up with you, 755
don’t think we don’t, 122
Don’t you think poetry should be succinct, 767
Douglas Worth, 812
Drag in the diseased and afflicted, 152
Dress up a charlatan like a lord, and who is, 761
Driving when, 864
During my glorious, 17
dust’s shape in air, 138
Eat anything: but hardly any: calories are, 688
Even the great sea turns, 796
Every day, I’m a foolish, 153
every now and then I drop a bead of, 554
Every now and then when I’m writing poetry I, 741
Every year the hydrangea grows so, 369
everyone watches the world end once, 124
Eyes shined, 218
Fall fell: so that’s it for the leaf poetry, 713
Fall’s leaves are redder than, 18
Fate is a reading on what-is, merely, 857
Feet burl up (knobs, 423
Fellow down the street, 372
Foolish of course to spend, 73
fracture the mirror and don’t ask me, 516
Frail houses for quake zones every time, 851
From the boardwalk looked down into the sun, 777
from the multiplicities of underbrush, 775
From, 36
Fuzzy baby-spider ball, 13
garbage has to be the poem of our time because, 224
Generalization scans the contours of terrain, 154
Genghis Kong, 677
Glassy rain on the roads, 418
Glenn (inventively—and wittily, as is his, 656
Glittery river, I said, 157
Gosh! Imagine! How did it happen? I am, 865
Guided by, 218
hang on—oh, hang on—to our frailty, oh, 597
Harassed with inquiry, I, 417
Harry Caplan’s not around anymore: that’s, 856
have I put my input in: if not, where, 585
Have you considered how inconsequential we all, 874
He sat down and, 154
hear me, O Lord, from the height of, 471
heaven can be as purified as your, 112
Heavy rains reshuffled the brook’s, 851
Hiawathum say, 781
High wind yesterday, 218
Hilarity and sour scorn typify my reactions to, 711
hope until there is no hope is hardly hope but being, 2
Hornets nesting under the weatherboarding, 190
Houdini died, 404
how big is a drop of water: how much, 502
how dangerous a catchy (or wisdomy) phrase, 650
How do you account for things: take night, 738
How I came to, 41
How little I have really cared about nature: I always, 18
how snow can cling, interpenetrant with the needles, to, 3
How sweetly now like a boy I dawdle by ditches, 737
how to exclude the central, 104
How usage changes usage: with so many people, 874
how wonderful to be able to write, 518
I almost step on, 74
I always wanted (when I was a boy—and even, 731
I am living without you because, 155
I am so ill-stanchioned myself, you, 512
I asked C.A. what she thought about, no, what, 646
I can see alm
ost, 416
I can tell by, 156
I confess my confessions never concern the, 600
I didn’t look for what I couldn’t have borne to find, 415
I don’t actually like the smell of pricks, I, 625
I don’t amount to a thing, I said to the mountain, 75
I don’t care if I don’t tell the truth, 125
I don’t care what becomes of me now, I’m, 649
I don’t know how big I’ll be tomorrow, you, 740
I don’t know who you think you are, I said to, 935
I don’t take brooks seriously, 158
I don’t think things go round and, 495
I don’t understand why the stream, 414
I don’t, 213
I feel it is so necessary to get, 530
I feel the brook as it were, 19
I found vision and it, 21
I go to nature not because, 110
I guess anything gets old: being rich, yep, 715
I guess it’s because of the downward, 543
I guess old men aren’t really good for nothing, 691
I have a life that did not become, 14
I have let all my balloons aloose, 21
I have nowhere, 214
I hope I will go through, 66
I just can’t buy the bi- words: bye, bye to, 668
I just had the funniest thought: it’s the, 703
I keep proving I’m not god’s gift to, 470
I know most people like to stay, 522
I know that splendor’s your, 161
I laid out my finest spool cloth, silkier, 889
I learn from the lake, 191
I like nature poetry, 135
I like the ridge, it rolls my fixed ocean, 105
I like, as I have said before, 115
I mentioned trimming, 215
I need to get a picture of what’s, 500
I never got on good, 192
I once would have said my sister Vida but now, 734
I place my be down, 163
I pull dead shafts, 212
I put down, 193
I put my head, 373
I round the bend, 811
I said to the brook stones, 163
I said to, 676
I said, I don’t want to be older, but it’s older, 941
I saw a headless mummy out walking at dusk, 407
I see the eye-level silver shine of, 531
I stoop to slip a long, 381
I struggle on in this pointless war, 492
I suppose we must act as if—, 367
I take myself too seriously, 796
I take myself, in, 12
I tangled with, 38
I tell my poor pitiful graduating MFA poets to, 604
I tell myself to think happy thoughts, 506
I think I’d like to die in the woods, 165
I think my, 77
I took (drove my Toyota) a jug of my one-day’s, 882
I waited for the robin, fluffing, 166
I wake from a nap, 117
I wake up around three or four these mornings, 81
I want to do a painting: I want to slur a raw, 729
I was made for another world, this, 408
I was reading in the World BookWORLD BOOK about A. E., 745
I was this, 120
I went back, 38
I went out into the cancellations of the wind, 23
I will not have, 82
I would as soon believe, 167
I wouldn’t give up a hair of, 110
Ice nearly meeting in the middle, 157
I’d rather, 213
I’d up, 214
Ideas go, 212
if Homer can nod, I can have, 480
if I don’t know what it is it could, 562
if I say I did it, did I do it or, 571
if love is fine, 143
if nature could speak, 99
If no material and no resort, 20
If no one sends you, 67
If not ready to, 159
If one can’t be, 413
If out in, 390
if results tell the story, mankind should, 649
If something is too, 37
if the tombstones were, 144
If the universe is spilling one, 160
if the world were not commonly perceived to be, 634
If to my nuzzlings &, 76
If you don’t go the way, 677
if you miss life and get old, there’s, 508
If you walk back, 190
if you’re constipated don’t rape yourself, 661
If you’re, 214
If you’ve, 412
I’ll keep the brook watched, 66
I’ll never forget the day this beautiful woman, 875
I’m (at least, provisionally) willing, 934
I’m glad I don’t have fifty years, 527
I’m just an old man in a de-gilded (gelded?) cage: a, 708
I’m largely a big joke: if somebody else, 696
I’m on drugs, now: this is the way people on, 706
I’m over and done with: disengaged, I’m up, 719
I’m so bottled, 782
I’m split but not, 122
I’m tired of looking at this old siding, 412
I’m to go see you tonight, 191
I’m walking home from, what, 29
I’m walking with a friend, 411
I’ve been around, 79
I’ve been married, 215
I’ve had all the apples out of my, 106
I’ve hidden my desire over the wall under, 380
I’ve lost my ambition to be somebody, 80
I’ve pressed so, 403
Immediacy’s stone, 191
In a time of big cars, a small car raises eyebrows, 410
In knee boots men work at the street grilles, 694
In late August scarlet, 37
In moderate calm one, 840
In spring the high twig tip, 162
In spring, 212
In the bleak land of foreverness no, 26
In the geological rock garden, 192
in the middle of the piddle there’s a puddle, 663
in the small walks & chasms, 125
In the storm window’s upper left, 22
In the time that, 824
in this life if you scramble into a high, 569
in time all the stories become the same story, 637
in your end is my beginning, I repeat; also, 258
is it all going to be like this: you wake up, 244
Is it possible my wife had heard in the next, 938
Islands dry out enlarging, 211
Isn’t it time to let things be, 77
It boom-a-loomed, 164
it breaks the heart, 136
it doesn’t matter to me if issues, 116
It doesn’t, 193
It drags on a way and, beaten down, dies, 815
It is as far inward as outward, 770
it is hilarious how sad the world is: I mean, 617
It is one thing to be nobody, but to be nobody, 730
it is so much easier to become known by doing, 603
it scares me to think that being, 514
It snowed, 194
It takes so long to set up the terminological landscape, 79
It used to flick up so often, I called it, 697
It was so windy, 50
it’s a brisk, bright fall day and, 580
It’s a clear case with rivers—, 166
It’s a clear case with rivers: they, 374
it’s bad news in the OK corral when the, 660
It’s hard, 215
It’s not going to be again the way it was, 866
It’s not much of a fall with, 32
It’s probably not true that birds of most rapid wingbeat stand stillest, 858
it’s rude to blurt the unexpected out, 922
it’s so cold this morning: there’s, 504
It’s so
cold, 211
It’s so far to the brook the squirrel, 22
It’s so hard to tell what’s missing: you can’t, 372
It’s so still, 38
Just as the lesser gods, local, 168
knowledge, perception, this action, 100
Last night’s, 194
Last night the, 39
last night, the wind clunked, 98
last year we got this strawberry, 113
lawsey-dawsey, it’s the sixth, 510
Leaves evidentiary, branches, 375
led by words into a multiplicity of contact, word to thing, 1
Led off the arena with a noose around my neck, 869
Lee of wind-skinned rises, 11
Let me be honest with you, 782
Let the rousers through: I held on and, 374
life comes under no other, 331
life has left me beaten up and beat, 563
Limber and fluttery as lombardies, 818
Lips twisted with thirst, 83
Lit clouds diffuse tree, 39
little showers yesterday evening, quiet, 133
Little time left to work with, 331
live unknown and when you go little knowledge, 638
logs, limbs, and branches lying by, 539
Looks like, the rain run off, the brook’s, 85
Lord, I wish I were in Hallsboro, over by the tracks, 862
Love can make a sucker of you: it can, 675
Love Poem, 627
Love surgent, equipped with the direction, 330
Make lean the vowels of my lips, 771
May happiness, 212
May we tinker with nature, define &, 365
Mercy’s so slight it’s like, 39
Midnight moonlight chisels the eaves’ icicles blue, 169
Migrating along (butterfly-like, 365
minutiae is a fussy word, 130
Miscalculation gives calculation another turn, 890
missed by every movement, exile of, 560
Momentous and trivial, I, 65
money, enhancing the fluency of negotiation, 494
Most creatures, 674
My attention is a wild, 85
My begonia blossoms are, 170
My big round yew, 40
My constructions aim so far, 339
My endorsing song blocks out, 40
My father did not, 87
My father said the meat came off the insides of his father’s hands, 887
My father said, 679
my father-in-heaven is my father; my father is, 630
my hands that in their motions used to, 525
My hands, he said, 802
My hanging strawberry, 40
My little way, 171
my miseries, no worse than most people’s, 919
My nature singing in me is your nature singing, 86
My path’s so, 172
My poems, if poems, 328
My pretty cousin, the hairdresser, 841
My wife says that the two guys on TV say that, 687
Nailing down the cause of anything is not easy, 727
nature poetry, nature poetry, 653