q|I drew solitude over me, on the… —Robinson Jeffers, “Prelude” For whoever does not afflict his s… cut off from his people. —Leviticus 23:29

What kind of beast would turn its… What atonement is this all about? —and yet, writing words like these… Is all this close to the wolverine… that modulated cantata of the wild…

Miracle’s truck comes down the lit… Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behin… and, yes, you can feel happy with one piece of your heart. Take what’s still given: in a room…

Across a city from you, I’m with… just as an August night moony, inlet-warm, seabathed, I wa… the scrubbed, sheenless wood of th… cluttered with our brushes, books,…

This is the grass your feet are pl… You paint it orange or you sing it… But you have never found A way to make the grass mean what… A cloud can be whatever you intend…

I wake up in your bed. I know I h… Much earlier, the alarm broke us f… you’ve been at your desk for hours… our friend the poet comes into my… where I’ve been writing for days,

Whatever happens with us, your bod… will haunt mine—tender, delicate your lovemaking, like the half-cur… of the fiddlehead fern in forests just washed by sun. Your traveled,…

Your small hands, precisely equal… only the thumb is larger, longer—i… I could trust the world, or in man… handling power-tools or steering-w… or touching a human face... Such h…

I come home from you through the e… flashing off ordinary walls, the P… the Discount Wares, the shoe-stor… of groceries, I dash for the eleva… where a man, taut, elderly, carefu…

If I lay on that beach with you white, empty, pure green water war… and lying on that beach we could n… because the wind drove fine sand a… as if it were against us

Good-by to you whom I shall see t… Next year and when I’m fifty; sti… This is the leave we never really… If you were dead or gone to live i… The event might draw your stature…

Rain on the West Side Highway, red light at Riverside: the more I love the more I think two people together is a miracle. You’re telling the story of your l…