#AmericanWriters
When our cars touched When you lifted the hood of mine To see the intimate workings under… When we were bound together By a pulse of pure energy,
We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book
The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light
I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand
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
Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal
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…
When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away
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
My husband gives me an A for last night’s supper, an incomplete for my ironing, a B plus in bed. My son says I am average,
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…
1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air
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 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…