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 am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes

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

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

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

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…

We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’€”but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon

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

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

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

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…