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

I married you for all the wrong re… charmed by your dangerous family h… by the innocent muscles, bulging l… weapons under your shirt, by your… the colors of painted scraps of su…

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.

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

We think of hidden in a white dres… among the folded linens and sachet… of well-kept cupboards, or just ou… sending jellies and notes with no… to all the wondering Amherst neigh…

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

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…

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

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

1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air

The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light

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…

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…

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