When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away

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

Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their

When they taught me that what matt… was not the strict iambic line goo… over the page but the variations in that line and the tension produ… on the ear by the surprise of diff…

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

January Contorted by wind, mere armatures for ice or snow, the trees resolve to endure for now,

I remember what my father told me: There is an age when you are most… He was just past fifty then, Was it something about the trees t… There is an age when you are most…

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

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

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

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.

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…

I have banked the fires of my body into a small but steady blaze here in the kitchen where the dough has a life of its…