Images leap with him from branch t
brighten, his head cocks, he pause
alert.
And when I see him I want to hide
The other wood is past the hill.

When I walk in my house I see pic
bought long ago, framed and hangin
—de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Hen
that I’ve cherished and stared at
yet my eyes keep returning to the

Fifteen years ago his heart
infarcted and he stopped smoking.
At eighty he trembled
like a birch but remained vigorous
and acute.

Between pond and sheepbarn, by map
Rebecca paces a double line of rus
in a sandy trench, striding on bla
creosoted eight-by-eights.
In nineteen-forty-three,

December twenty-first
we gather at the white Church fest
red and green, the tree flashing
green-red lights beside the altar.
After the children of Sunday Scho

Some days, when you read the newsp
Poetry, then, appears to be:
1. a vacuous synonym for excellenc
2. It is universally agreed that n
3. It is universally agreed that t

Mount Kearsarge shines with ice;
snow slides onto snow; no stream,
budges but remains still. Tonight
we carry armloads of logs
from woodshed to Glenwood and buil

1. Baseball, I warrant, is not
occupation of the aging boy.
Far from it: There are cats and r
there is her water body. She fills
the skin of her legs up, like wate

When the young husband picked up h
in the taxi one block from her tow
first lunch together, in a hotel d
with a room key in his pocket,
midtown traffic gridlocked and was

Ruminant pillows! Gregarious soft
If one of you found a gap in a sto
the rest of you—rams, ewes, bucks,
mothers and daughters, old grandfa
cousins and aunts, small bleating