How agreeable it is not to be tour… wandering her cities and ascending… How much better to cruise these lo… fully grasping the meaning of ever… and all the sudden hand gestures o…

This is not bad— ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft… of these earphones,

I might as well begin by saying ho… It gets me right away because I’m… so immediately the poem has my att… like the Ancient Mariner grabbing… And I like the first couple of st…

It seems these poets have nothing up their ample sleeves they turn over so many cards so ea… telling us before the first line whether it is wet or dry,

I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem

I imagined the atmosphere would be… shot with pristine light, not this sulphurous haze, the air ionized as before a thunde… Many have pictured a river here,

Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every… in tiny black script. If I could just get my hands on y…

You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... —Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the wine.

When all of a sudden the city air… the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing the maw of an advancing wh…

Why do we bother with the rest of… the swale of the afternoon, the sudden dip into evening, then night with his notorious perf… his many-pointed stars?

I am standing on a disused iron br… that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolte… the year my mother turned one. Imagine—a mother in her infancy,

There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car… sparking along the road one night,… The heralded one, of course: after sex, the two glowing tips

As sure as prehistoric fish grew l… and sauntered off the beaches into… working up some irregular verbs fo… first conversation, so three-year-… enter the phase of name-calling.

And I start wondering how they ca… If it was congenital, they could b… and I think of the poor mother brooding over her sightless young… Or was it a common accident, all t…

The early sun is so pale and shado… I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of a window, a tall, rectangular spirit looking down at me in bed,