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…

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…

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

When our cars touched When you lifted the hood of mine To see the intimate workings under… When we were bound together By a pulse of pure energy,

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

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

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…

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

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

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

What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book

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

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