What can I tell you that you don’… that will make you tremble again? Forsythia by the roadside, by wet rocks, on the embankments

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

Remember the days of our first hap… how strong we were, how dazed by p… lying all day, then all night in t… sleeping there, eating there too:… it seemed everything had ripened

Do you know what I was, how I liv… what despair is; then winter should have meaning for you… I did not expect to survive, earth suppressing me. I didn’t exp…

What does the horse give you That I cannot give you? I watch you when you are alone, When you ride into the field behin… Your hands buried in the mare’s

There were others; their bodies were a preparation. I have come to see it as that. As a steam of cries. So much pain in the world - the fo…

How can you say earth should give me joy? Each th… born is my burden; I cannot succee… with all of you. And you would like to dictate to m…

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…

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

Orange blossoms blowing over Cast… children begging for coins I met my love under an orange tree or was it an acacia tree or was he not my love?

A child draws the outline of a bod… She draws what she can, but it is… she cannot fill in what she knows… Within the unsupported line, she k… that life is missing; she has cut

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