Specters are everywhere. The ghosts of apple trees glow in the wood stove; the ghosts of ancestors spin among the gusts and draughts; the ghosts of myself sneeze in the dusty corners of cupboards. I listen. . . . Sometimes I believe what they tell me.
Instructions for Foreigners (1912)
Eloquence is not required;
we explain every word that you say.
There is no charge to enter,
merely a charge to stay.
A nail in a hoof is worth two in a hand.
Thoughts are like men in a boat.
If a sentence is trapped on a sandbar,
only its bones will float.
As melodies flit, you should count them
before you prepare to cry.
For lack of a nail, your horse was shot.
Burn the barn, and your eyes will dry.
[from Chestnut Ridge]