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

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

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

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

I am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes

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…

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.

Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their

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…

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

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…

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

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