When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abund… whispers. My presence made them

The Rav of Northern White Russia declined… in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did not interest hi…

Genial poets, pink-faced earnest wits— you have given the world some choice morsels, gobbets of language presented

We live our lives of human passion… cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a world devoid of our preoccupations, free

The moon is a sow and grunts in my throat Her great shining shines through m… so the mud of my hollow gleams and breaks in silver bubbles

Weier Tagesanbruch. Stille. Als… hielt ich es für Seewind, in unser… von Salz, von baumlosen Horizonte… bewegte sich nicht; das Laub meine… regungslos.

A night that cuts between you and… and you and you and you and me: jostles us apart, a man el… through a crowd. We won’t look for each other, either–

Those groans men use passing a woman on the street or on the steps of the subway to tell her she is a female and their flesh knows it,

Delivered out of raw continual pai… smell of darkness, groans of those… to whom he was chained— unchained, and led past the sleepers,

U.S. BURIED IRAQI SOL… ‘What you saw was a bunch of trenches with arms sticking out.’ ‘Plows mounted on

As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them,

Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don’t know the

Not the moon. A flower on the other side of the water. The water sweeps past in flood, dragging a whole tree by the hair, a barn, a bridge. The flower

I like to find what’s not found at once, but lies within something of another nature… in repose, distinct.

A voice from the dark called out, “The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the… imagination of disaster. Peace, no… the absence of war.”