Wasps at work in the soft flesh of rotting apples. Food of the gods， all day they mine it in busy hushed movements. I pick up a mushy corpse one cold ...
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It's the same when love comes to an end， or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake， ...
My black face fades， hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn't， dammit： No tears. I'm stone. I'm flesh. My clouded reflection eye...
flash card. fever down. "arépa！" as an expletive——translation=pancake. flip flop happy feet： corn is what we've got &...
Once more riding down to Venice on borrowed horses， the air free of misdemeanor， at rest in the inns of our fathers. Once again whiteness like the whi...
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the hea...
The quake last night was nothing personal， you told me this morning. I think one always wonders， unless， of course， something is visible： tremors that...
When they take the winter wheat at home all the other crops are green. In granaries and tight truck boxes farm boys are slow scoop-shovel metronomes s...
Often now as an old man Who sleeps only four hours a night， I wake before dawn， dress and go down To my study to start typing： Poems， letters， more pa...
Five daughters， in the slant light on the porch， are bickering. The eldest has come home with new truths she can hardly wait to teach. She lectures th...