#Americans
This is a place on the way after t… can no longer be kept straight her… of the barn a mound of wheels has… raveling courses to stop in a sing… and lie down as still as the chari…
Why did he promise me that we would build ourselves an ark all by ourselves out in back of the house on New York Avenue
With what stillness at last you appear in the valley your first sunlight reaching down to touch the tips of a few high leaves that do not stir
So gradual in those summers was th… of the age it seemed that the long… when the stars faded over the moun… leaving us even as the birds woke… glittered in the webs it appeared…
When I was beginning to read I im… that bridges had something to do w… and with what seemed to be cages b… that they were not cages it must h… with the dusty light flashing from…
In the long evening of April thro… Bayle’s two sheep dogs sail down t… for the flock a moment before he a… a stub of a man rolling as he appr… smiling and smiling and his dogs a…
Thinking of rain clouds that rose… on the first day of the year in the same month I consider that I have lived dail… eyes open and ears to hear
What is the head A. Ash What are the eyes A. The wells have fallen in and h… Inhabitants
Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with…
Matches among other things that we… never would be lying high in a cool blue box that opened in other hands and the… bodies clean and smooth blue heads…
How long ago the day is when at last I look at it with the time it has taken to be there still in it now in the transparent light
A child looking at ruins grows you… but cold and wants to wake to a new name I have been younger in October than in all the months of spring
It was a late book given up for lo… again and again with its sentences bare at last and phrases that seem… revealing what had been there the… the poems of daylight after the da…
My friends without shields walk on… It is late the windows are breakin… My friends without shoes leave What they love Grief moves among them as a fire a…
At the last minute a word is waiti… not heard that way before and not… repeated or ever be remembered one that always had been a househo… used in speaking of the ordinary