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

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

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

“At pet stores in Detroit, you ca
frozen rats
for seventy-five cents apiece, to
your pet boa constrictor”
back home in Grosse Pointe,

In a week or ten days
the snow and ice
will melt from Cemetery Road.
I’m coming! Don’t move!
Once again it is April.

Pale gold of the walls, gold
of the centers of daisies, yellow
pressing from a clear bowl. All da
we lay on the bed, my hand
stroking the deep

High on a slope in New Guinea
The Grumman Hellcat
lodges among bright vines
as thick as arms. In 1943,
the clenched hand of a pilot

To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod o
when a grandfather dies.

Twelve people, most of us stranger
in Ann Arbor, drinking Cribari fr
Then two young men, who cooked him
carry him to the table
on a large square of plywood: his

In the mid August, in the second
of my First Polar Expedition, the
almost upon us, Kantiuk and I
attempted to dash the sledge
along Crispin Bay, searching agai