The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret

And the one that’s got it in for y… Mister, that keeps taunting you In an old man’s morning wheeze Every time you so much as glance a… Or blurt something in your defense…

Where it says snow read teeth-marks of a virgin Where it says knife read you passed through my bones like a police-whistle

St. John of the Cross wore dark g… As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful a… Turned her back on me. “Soulmate,” they hissed. “It’s hi…

Extraordinary efforts are being ma… To hide things from us, my friend. Some stay up into the wee hours To search their souls. Others undress each other in darke…

The night still frightens you. You know it is interminable And of vast, unimaginable dimensio… “That’s because His insomnia is p… You’ve read some mystic say.

To find clues where there are none… That’s my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The world… My window has grown illegible, And so has the clock on the wall.

There was a melon fresh from the g… So ripe the knife slurped As it cut it into six slices. The children were going back to sc… Their mother, passing out paper pl…

The one who had been whispering All along in this empty theater And whose voice I just heard— Or imagined I did Distracted as I was by my own tho…

On the first page of my dreambook It’s always evening In an occupied country. Hour before the curfew. A small provincial city.

The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string

A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I… in the white? Walt Whitman One

In my great grandmother’s time, All one needed was a broom To get to see places And give the geese a chase in the… •

You must come to them sideways In rooms webbed in shadow, Sneak a view of their emptiness Without them catching A glimpse of you in return.