...Behind the darkening combers Of the ground. And downshore from the cloud, I stand, waiting For dark. The moon drops one or two feathers into the field....steps into the air, now she is gone Wholly, into the air. I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe Or move. I listen. The wheat leans back...

...darkening combers Of the ground. And downshore from the cloud, I stand, waiting For dark. BEGINNING The moon drops one or two feathers into the field....steps into the air, now she is gone Wholly, into the air. I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe Or move. I listen. The wheat leans back...

...spontaneity, even though the poems are not spontaneous outpourings.62 Every new poem seems a new beginning: The moon drops one or two feathers into the field....There they are, the moon's young, trying Their wings. ("Beginning") The fact that Wright is now experimenting "to ascertain what is most satisfying to the...

...darkens and conies on. A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home. I have wasted my life. BEGINNING The moon drops one or two feathers into the field....steps into the air, now she is gone Wholly, into the air. I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe Or move. I listen. The wheat leans back...

...indifference of the unconscious as the action through which psychic balance and serenity must be sought. The moon drops one or two feathers into the field....There they are, the moon's young, trying Their wings. I listen. The wheat leans back toward its own darkness, And I lean toward mine. (CP, 127) The wheat...

...my body I would break into blossom. Beginning1 The moon drops one or two feathers into the fields. the dark wheat listens. Be still. Now. There they...steps into the air, now she is gone wholly, into the air. I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe or move. I listen. The wheat leans back...