In the early evening, a now, as ma… over his writing table. Slowly he lifts his head; a woman appears, carrying roses. Her face floats to the surface of…

My mother’s playing cards with my… Spite and Malice, the family past… my grandmother taught all her daug… Midsummer: too hot to go out. Today, my aunt’s ahead; she’s gett…

I regret bitterly The years of loving you in both Your presence and absence, regret The law, the vocation That forbid me to keep you, the se…

What does the horse give you That I cannot give you? I watch you when you are alone, When you ride into the field behin… Your hands buried in the mare’s

In the end, I made myself Known to your wife as A god would, in her own house, in Ithaca, a voice Without a body: she

No one’s despair is like my despai… You have no place in this garden thinking such things, producing the tiresome outward signs; the ma… pointedly weeding an entire forest…

I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. I’m sick of your world That lets the outside disguise the…

Do you know what I was, how I liv… what despair is; then winter should have meaning for you… I did not expect to survive, earth suppressing me. I didn’t exp…

You want to know how I spend my t… I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought to know I’m never weeding, on my knees, pu… clumps of clover from the flower b…

To say I’m without fear— It wouldn’t be true. I’m afraid of sickness, humiliatio… Like anyone, I have my dreams. But I’ve learned to hide them,

Speak to me, aching heart: what Ridiculous errand are you inventin… Weeping in the dark garage With your sack of garbage: it is n… To take out the garbage, it is you…