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…

Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal

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

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.

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

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…

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…

Some say it was a pear Eve ate. Why else the shape of the womb,

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…

I sing a song of the croissant and of the wily French who trick themselves daily back to the world

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

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

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,