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…

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

For Jews, the Cossacks are always… Therefore I think the sun spot on… is melanoma. Therefore I celebrat… New Year’s Eve by counting my annual dead.

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

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

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

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…

1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air

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…

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…

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

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…