A. R. Ammons: North Street

I tipped my head 

to go under the

low boughs but

the sycamore mistook

my meaning and

bowed back.

A. R. Ammons: Increment

Applause is a shower
to the watertable of

self-regard:

in the downpour

the watertable's irrelevant

but after the shower passes

possibility takes on

an extensive millimeter.

A. R. Ammons: Release

After a long
muggy

hanging

day

the raindrops

started so

sparse

the bumblebee flew

between

them home.

A. R. Ammons: Salute

May happiness
pursue you,

catch you

often, and,

should it

lose you,

be waiting

ahead, making

a clearing 

for you.

A. R. Ammons: Success Story

I never got on good
relations with the world

first I had nothing

the world wanted

then the world had

nothing I wanted

A. R. Ammons: Correction

The burdens of the world
on my back
lighten the world
not a whit while
removing them greatly
decreases my specific
gravity

A. R. Ammons: Eyesight

It was May before my
attention came
to spring and

my word I said
to the southern slopes
I've

missed it, it
came and went before
I got right to see:

don't worry, said the mountain,
try the later northern slopes
or if

you can climb, climb
into spring: but
said the mountain

it's not that way
with all things, some
that go are gone