We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’€”but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon

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

When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away

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,

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…

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

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

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…

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…

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

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