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When they taught me that what matt… was not the strict iambic line goo… over the page but the variations in that line and the tension produ… on the ear by the surprise of diff…
When our cars touched When you lifted the hood of mine To see the intimate workings under… When we were bound together By a pulse of pure energy,
The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever
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
It was early May, I think a moment of lilac or dogwood when so many promises are made it hardly matters if a few are bro… My mother and father still hovered
Some say it was a pear Eve ate. Why else the shape of the womb,
Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their
January Contorted by wind, mere armatures for ice or snow, the trees resolve to endure for now,
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…
Pierre Bonnard would enter the museum with a tube of paint in his pocket and a sable brush. Then violating the sanctity of one of his own frames
I sing a song of the croissant and of the wily French who trick themselves daily back to the world
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…
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.
1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air
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…