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…

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

We think of hidden in a white dres… among the folded linens and sachet… of well-kept cupboards, or just ou… sending jellies and notes with no… to all the wondering Amherst neigh…

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

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

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…

Some say it was a pear Eve ate. Why else the shape of the womb,

I am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes

I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand

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

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…

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…

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