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

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

When you like a woman,
you talk and talk.
One night you kiss.
Another night you fuck.
You’re both content,

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

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

All winter your brute shoulders st
and steerhide over the ash hames,
sledges of cordwood for drying thr
for the Glenwood stove next winter
In April you pulled cartloads of

A woman who lived
in a tree caught
the moon in a kettle.
The wind on the roof
of the tree thumped

At the edge of the city the picker
vomits and dies. The river
with its white hair staggers to th
My life lay crumpled like a smashe
Windows barred, ivy, square stone.

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.

August, goldenrod blowing. We wal
into the graveyard, to find
my grandfather’s grave. Ten years
I came here last, bringing
marigolds from the round garden