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,

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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…

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…

We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’€”but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon

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

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…