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…

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…

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

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…

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

Finding a new poet is like finding a new wildflower out in the woods. You don’t see its name in the flower books, and nobody you tell believes

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