#Americans #Women
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,
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…
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book
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
When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away
Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their
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…
Pierre Bonnard would enter the museum with a tube of paint in his pocket and a sable brush. Then violating the sanctity of one of his own frames
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 want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand
1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air
We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon
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…
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…
Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal
