Living in the earth-deposits of ou… Today a backhoe divulged out of a… one bottle amber perfect a hundred… cure for fever or melancholy a ton… for living on this earth in the wi…

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…

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…

Since we’re not young, weeks have… for years of missing each other. Y… in time tells me we’re not young. Did I ever walk the morning stree… my limbs streaming with a purer jo…

I can see myself years back at Su… hurting with an infected foot, Phi… in woman’s form, limping the long… lying on a headland over the dark… looking down the red rocks to wher…

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…

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…

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,…

Can it be growing colder when I b… to touch myself again, adhesions p… When slowly the naked face turns f… and looks into the present, the eye of winter, city, anger, po…

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.

Either you will go through this door or you will not go through. If you go through there is always the risk

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…