I am walking rapidly through stria… I am a woman in the prime of life,… and those powers severely limited by authorities whose faces I rarel… I am a woman in the prime of life

Can it be growing colder when I b… to touch myself again, adhesions p… When slowly the naked face turns f… and looks into the present, the eye of winter, city, anger, po…

Every peak is a crater. This is t… making them eternally and visibly… No height without depth, without a… though our straw soles shred on th… I want to travel with you to every…

What kind of beast would turn its… What atonement is this all about? —and yet, writing words like these… Is all this close to the wolverine… that modulated cantata of the wild…

Either you will go through this door or you will not go through. If you go through there is always the risk

This is the grass your feet are pl… You paint it orange or you sing it… But you have never found A way to make the grass mean what… A cloud can be whatever you intend…

Rain on the West Side Highway, red light at Riverside: the more I love the more I think two people together is a miracle. You’re telling the story of your l…

That conversation we were always on the edge of having, runs on in my head. At night the Hudson trembles in New Jersey light.

Whatever happens with us, your bod… will haunt mine—tender, delicate your lovemaking, like the half-cur… of the fiddlehead fern in forests just washed by sun. Your traveled,…

Your silence today is a pond where… I want to see raised dripping and… It’s not my own face I see there,… even your face at another age. Whatever’s lost there is needed by…

Your dog, tranquil and innocent, d… our cries, our murmured dawn consp… our telephone calls. She knows—wha… If in my human arrogance I claim… her eyes, I find there only my own…

I drew solitude over me, on the lo… —Robinson Jeffers, “Prelude” For whoever does not afflict his s… cut off from his people. —Leviticus 23:29

No one’s fated or doomed to love a… The accidents happen, we’re not he… they happen in our lives like car… books that change us, neighborhood… we move into and come to love.

I wake up in your bed. I know I h… Much earlier, the alarm broke us f… you’ve been at your desk for hours… our friend the poet comes into my… where I’ve been writing for days,