#AmericanWriters #JewishWriters
They’re taking down a tree at the… The power saw is snarling at some… Whining at others. Now and then i… And sawdust falls like snow or a d… Rotten, they tell us, at the fork,…
What gives it power makes it chang… At each extreme, and lean its risi… Down low, first one and then the o… In which exchange humility and pri… Reverse, forgive, arise, and die a…
Earth’s Wrath at our assaults is… But relentless when it does. It h… With catastrophic change, and with… At which one order more of Magnit… Will bring us to a qualitative cha…
After the red leaf and the gold ha… Brought down by the wind, then by… Bruised and discolored, when Octo… Goes blue to guttering in the cusp… Sinks deeper into silence, darker…
My dear, I wonder if before the e… You ever thought about a children’… I’m sure you must have played it t… You ran along a narrow garden wall Pretending it to be a mountain led…
The waters deep, the waters dark, Reflect the seekers, hide the soug… Whether in water or in air to drow… Between them curls the silver spar… Barbed, baited, waiting, of a thou…
This morning, between two branches… Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry a… I test his early-warning system an… It works, he scrambles forth in sa…
“There’s never a dull moment in… —The Insight Lady Dear old equivocal and closest fri… Grand Vizier to a weak bewildered… Now we approach The Ecclesiastean…
Before you can learn the trees, yo… The language of the trees. That’s… Out of a book, which now you think… Is one of the transformations of a… The words themselves are a delight…
loquitur the sparrow in the Zoo No bars are set too close, no mesh… To keep me from the eagle and the… Whom keepers feed that I may free… This goes to show that if you have…
Two lovers to a midnight meadow ca… High in the hills, to lie there ha… Like effigies and look up at the s… The never-setting ones set in the… To circle the Pole in idiot majes…
Late in November, on a single nig… Not even near to freezing, the gin… That stand along the walk dropp al… In one consent, and neither to rai… But as though to time alone: the g…
I tell you that I see her still At the dark entrance of the hall. One gas lamp burning near her shou… Shone also from her other side Where hung the long inaccurate gla…
You know the old story Ann Lander… About the houseife in her basement… She’s wearing her nightie, and she… I might’s well put this in as well… Being dripped on by a leaky pipe p…
Each house had its ghost. Graves… The dead lived in him by his gray… He was, by their constraint upon h… Orpheus of all the lonesome, spent His evenings charting out a privat…