The garden admires you. For your sake it smears itself wit… The ecstatic reds of the roses, So that you will come to it with y… And the willows—

A man and a woman lie on a white b… It is morning. I think Soon they will waken. On the bedside table is a vase of lilies; sunlight

Even now this landscape is assembl… The hills darken. The oxen Sleep in their blue yoke, The fields having been Picked clean, the sheaves

Late December: my father and I are going to New York, to the cir… He holds me on his shoulders in the bitter win… scraps of white paper

At the end of my suffering there was a door. Hear me out: that which you call d… I remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the…

In the end, I made myself Known to your wife as A god would, in her own house, in Ithaca, a voice Without a body: she

As a man and woman make a garden between them like a bed of stars, here they linger in the summer evening and the evening turns

Is it winter again, is it cold aga… didn’t Frank just slip on the ice, didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring… didn’t the night end, didn’t the melting ice

One summer she goes into the field… stopping for a bit at the pool whe… looks at herself, to see if she detects any changes. She se… the same person, the horrible mant…

It came to me one night as I was… that I had finished with those amo… to which I had long been a slave.… my heart murmured. To which I res… awaited us, hoping, at the same ti…

You want to know how I spend my t… I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought to know I’m never weeding, on my knees, pu… clumps of clover from the flower b…

When Hades decided he loved this… he built for her a duplicate of ea… everything the same, down to the m… but with a bed added. Everything the same, including sun…

I have a friend who still believes… Not a stupid person, yet with all… She thinks someone listens in heav… On earth she’s unusually competent… Brave too, able to face unpleasant…