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

My son, my executioner,
I take you in my arms,
Quiet and small and just astir
And whom my body warms.
Sweet death, small son, our instru

Each morning I made my way
among gangways, elevators,
and nurses’ pods to Jane’s room
to interrogate the grave helpers
who tended her through the night

Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluis
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee
I broomed snow off the car

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. I see no reason to spend your l
An ambitious project—but sensible,
2. If I recommend ambition, I do
Every now and then I meet someone
But I just called high ambition s

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

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,

Women with hats like the rear ends
applauded you, my poems.
These are the women whose husbands
who close briefcases and ask, “Wha
I look in their eyes, I tell them

If he and she do not know each oth
they will not meet again; if he av
if she has grown insensible skin u
only the tribute of another’s cry;
as revenge on old lovers or famili