While I think of them they are gr… after the distances they have foll… all the way to the end for the fir… tracing a memory they did not have until they set out to remember it

What is the head A. Ash What are the eyes A. The wells have fallen in and h… Inhabitants

Naturally it is night. Under the overturned lute with its One string I am going my way Which has a strange sound. This way the dust, that way the du…

This is a place on the way after t… can no longer be kept straight her… of the barn a mound of wheels has… raveling courses to stop in a sing… and lie down as still as the chari…

Why did he promise me that we would build ourselves an ark all by ourselves out in back of the house on New York Avenue

When you go away the wind clicks a… The painters work all day but at s… Showing the black walls The clock goes back to striking th… That has no place in the years

Listen with the night falling we are sayi… we are stopping on the bridges to… we are running out of the glass ro… with our mouths full of food to lo…

Moored to the same ring: The hour, the darkness and I, Our compasses hooded like falcons. Now the memory of you comes aching… With a wash of broken bits which n…

A child looking at ruins grows you… but cold and wants to wake to a new name I have been younger in October than in all the months of spring

When I was beginning to read I im… that bridges had something to do w… and with what seemed to be cages b… that they were not cages it must h… with the dusty light flashing from…

My friend says I was not a good s… you understand I say yes I understand he says I did not go to see my parents very often you k…

My friends without shields walk on… It is late the windows are breakin… My friends without shoes leave What they love Grief moves among them as a fire a…

Whenever I go there everything is… The stamps on the bandages the tit… Of the professors of water The portrait of Glare the reasons… The white mourning

The star in my Hand is falling All the uniforms know what’s no us… May I bow to Necessity not To her hirelings

Gray whale Now that we are sinding you to Th… That great god Tell him That we who follow you invented fo…