Upstream Color

Leaves Expanded May Be Prevailing Blue Mixed With Yellow of the Sand

I Used to Wonder at the Halo of Light Around My Shadow and Would Fancy Myself One of the Elect

Fearing That They Would Be Light-Headed for Want of Food and Also Sleep

Stirring Them Up as the Keeper of a Menagerie His Wild Beasts

The Finest Qualities of Our Nature Like the Bloom on Fruits Can Be Preserved

Perhaps the Wildest Sound That Is Ever Heard Here Making the Woods Ring Far and Wide

I Love to Be Alone

A Young Forest Growing Up Under Your Meadows

Their Roots Reaching Quite Under the House

The Rays Which Stream Through the Shutter Will Be No Longer Remembered When the Shutter Is Wholly Removed

After Soaking Two Years and Then Lying High Six Months It Was Perfectly Sound Through Waterlogged Past Drying

The Sun Is but a Morning Star

A Low and Distant Sound Gradually Swelling and Increasing

As If It Would Have a Universal and Memorable Ending

A Sullen Rush and Roar