What the sea grass told me.
In the fog in Massachusetss.
Sonnet for a Wednesday in November.
Walk out to Truant's Island, 6 A.M.
Returning from Truant's Island. - How the heron saves us.
Thoise who have lived in my house.
Autumn at Macomber's house.
Letter from Marcus Aurelius.
Northwest Indians on the Inward Passage.
In praise of complaining.
In praise of nothing too write on.
In fear of leaving my body.
In praise of darkness. In praise of no fear.