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.

A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I… in the white? Walt Whitman One

On the road with billowing poplars… In a country flat and desolate To the far-off gray horizon, where… A man and a woman went on foot, Each carrying a small suitcase.

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

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…

This last continent Still to be discovered. My hand is dreaming, is building Its ship. For crew it takes A pack of bones, for food

Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.

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

Your mother carried you Out of the smoking ruins of a buil… And set you down on this sidewalk Like a doll bundled in burnt rags, Where you now stood years later

Where the path to the lake twists… A puff of dust, the kind bare feet… Is what I saw in the dying light, Night swooping down everywhere els… A low branch heavy with leaves

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

Here come my night thoughts On crutches, Returning from studying the heaven… What they thought about Stayed the same,

I liked my little hole, Its window facing a brick wall. Next door there was a piano. A few evenings a month a crippled old man came to play

St. John of the Cross wore dark g… As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful a… Turned her back on me. “Soulmate,” they hissed. “It’s hi…

for Hayden Carruth If you didn’t see the six-legged d… It doesn’t matter. We did, and he mostly lay in the c… As for the extra legs,