Great are the Hittites. Their ears have mice and mice have… Their dogs bury themselves and lea… To guard the house. A single weed… Until the spiderwebs spread over t…

The one who had been whispering All along in this empty theater And whose voice I just heard— Or imagined I did Distracted as I was by my own tho…

How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone Ironing death’s laundry.

The truth is dark under your eyeli… What are you going to do about it? The birds are silent; there’s no o… All day long you’ll squint at the… When the wind blows you’ll shiver…

A world’s disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog,

The mail truck goes down the coast Carrying a single letter. At the end of a long pier The bored seagull lifts a leg now… And forgets to put it down.

Father studied theology through th… And this was exam time. Mother knitted. I sat quietly wit… Full of pictures. Night fell. My hands grew cold touching the fa…

Executioner happy to explain How his wristwatch works As he shadows me on the street. I call him that because he is grim… And wears black.

Millions were dead; everybody was… I stayed in my room. The Presiden… Spoke of war as of a magic love po… My eyes were opened in astonishmen… In a mirror my face appeared to me

Enter without knocking, hard-worki… I’m just sitting here mulling over What to do this dark, overcast day… It was a night of the radio turned… Fitful sleep, vague, troubling dre…

As an ant is powerless Against a raised boot, And only has an instant To have a bright idea or two. The black boot so polished,

Of the light in my room: Its mood swings, Dark-morning glooms, Summer ecstasies. Spider on the wall,

The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string

It seemed the kind of life we want… Wild strawberries and cream in the… Sunlight in every room. The two of us walking by the sea n… Some evenings, however, we found o…