Every peak is a crater. This is t… making them eternally and visibly… No height without depth, without a… though our straw soles shred on th… I want to travel with you to every…

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…

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,…

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,

Sleeping, turning in turn like pla… rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we’re not alone in the universe, e… the dream-ghosts of two worlds

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…

You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like… still have your dresses copied fro… and play a Chopin prelude called by Cortot: “Delicious reco…

It was your vision of the pilot confirmed my vision of you, you sa… He keeps on steering headlong into… on purpose while we crouched in th… vomiting into plastic bags.

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…

Your dog, tranquil and innocent, d… our cries, our murmured dawn consp… our telephone calls. She knows—wha… If in my human arrogance I claim… her eyes, I find there only my own…

The dark lintels, the blue and for… of the great round rippled by ston… the midsummer night light rising f… the horizon—when I said “a cleft o… I meant this. And this is not Sto…

No one’s fated or doomed to love a… The accidents happen, we’re not he… they happen in our lives like car… books that change us, neighborhood… we move into and come to love.

Your silence today is a pond where… I want to see raised dripping and… It’s not my own face I see there,… even your face at another age. Whatever’s lost there is needed by…