I married you for all the wrong re… charmed by your dangerous family h… by the innocent muscles, bulging l… weapons under your shirt, by your… the colors of painted scraps of su…

I am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes

For Jews, the Cossacks are always… Therefore I think the sun spot on… is melanoma. Therefore I celebrat… New Year’s Eve by counting my annual dead.

The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light

I sing a song of the croissant and of the wily French who trick themselves daily back to the world

I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand

Perhaps the purpose of leaves is t… the verticality of trees which we… as if for the first time: row afte… yearning upwards. And since we wil… ourselves for so long, let us now…

We think of hidden in a white dres… among the folded linens and sachet… of well-kept cupboards, or just ou… sending jellies and notes with no… to all the wondering Amherst neigh…

Finding a new poet is like finding a new wildflower out in the woods. You don’t see its name in the flower books, and nobody you tell believes

What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book

It was early May, I think a moment of lilac or dogwood when so many promises are made it hardly matters if a few are bro… My mother and father still hovered

The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever

Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal

Some say it was a pear Eve ate. Why else the shape of the womb,

After Adam Zagajewski I am child to no one, mother to a… wife for the long haul. On fall days I am happy with my dying brethren, the leaves…