I remember the night I discovered… lying in bed in the dark, that a few imagined holes of golf worked much better than a thousand… that the local links,

I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a boo… something to read at the doctor’€™… and while I am inside, running the… of inquisition along a shelf,

You are so beautiful and I am a f… to be in love with you is a theme that keeps coming up in songs and poems. There seems to be no room for vari…

I wonder how it all got started, t… about seeing your life flash befor… while you drown, as if panic, or t… could startle time into such compr… decades in the vice of your desper…

As sure as prehistoric fish grew l… and sauntered off the beaches into… working up some irregular verbs fo… first conversation, so three-year-… enter the phase of name-calling.

It seems these poets have nothing up their ample sleeves they turn over so many cards so ea… telling us before the first line whether it is wet or dry,

The first thing I heard this morn… was a soft, insistent rustle, the rapid flapping of wings against glass as it turned out, a small bird rioting

Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you have not closed the book, and now I am summoning you up again, attentive...

Yesterday, I lay awake in the pal… A soft rain stole in, unhelped by… And when I saw the silver glaze o… I started with A, with Ackerman,… Then Baxter and Calabro,

All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the two male characters in my Italian for Beginners, the ones who ar...

The Wind is ghosting around the h… and as I lean against the door of… I begin to think about the first p… how quiet he must have seemed the… as the others stood around the fir…

The early sun is so pale and shado… I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of a window, a tall, rectangular spirit looking down at me in bed,

I have never been fishing on the… or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not in July or any month have I had the pleasure—if it is a…

Why do we bother with the rest of… the swale of the afternoon, the sudden dip into evening, then night with his notorious perf… his many-pointed stars?

You know the parlor trick. wrap your arms around your own bod… and from the back it looks like someone is embracing you her hands grasping your shirt