Early morning in your room -- The shocks we put our pitchforks into -- Why we don't die -- Hawthorne and the elephant -- The old woman frying perch -- Conversation with the soul -- He wanted to live his life over -- The glimpse of something in the oven -- Bad people -- Things to think -- Two ways to write poems -- The barn at Elabuga -- The Russian -- Some men find it hard to finish sentences -- Visiting the eighty-five-year-old poet -- All these stories -- The resemblance between your life and a dog -- Reading in a boat -- Waking on the farm -- When threshing time ends -- A family photograph, Sunday morning, 1940 -- A farm in western Minnesota -- For a childhood friend, Marie -- What the animals paid -- The bear and the man -- When my dead father called.
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The green cookstove -- The playful deeds of the wind -- It is so easy to give in -- Wanting more applause at a conference -- Making smoke -- Thinking about old jobs -- Conversation with a monster -- The black figure below the boat -- The man who didn't know what was his -- The mouse -- The storm -- The yellow dot -- It's as if someone else is with me -- A week of poems at Bennington. The dog's ears ; When the cat stole the milk ; Being happy all night ; The widowed friend ; We only say that ; Wounding others ; What the buttocks think -- What Bill Stafford was like -- A poem is some remembering -- Wallace Stevens and Mozart -- Rethinking Wallace Stevens -- Tasting heaven -- Wallace Stevens in the fourth grade -- The waltz.
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The neurons who watch birds -- A question the bundle had -- Seeing the eclipse in Maine -- Clothespins -- The face in the Toyota -- The scandal -- Looking at the stars -- After a friend's death -- The parcel -- My doubts on going to visit a new friend -- One source of bad information -- Thoughts -- The grandparent and the granddaughter -- The ocean rising and falling -- Ocean rain and music -- Looking at aging faces -- November -- Three-day Fall rain -- Winter afternoon by the lake -- Isaac Bashevis and Pasternak -- People like us -- A Christmas poem -- Reading Silence in the snowy fields -- Words the Dreamer spoke to My father in Maine -- Visiting Sand Island -- A poem for Giambattista Vico written by the Pacific -- For Ruth -- A conversation with a mouse.
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Bly decided to embark on the project of writing a daily poem: every morning he would stay in bed until he had completed the day's work.