If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees，- if I in my ...
1 My mother always called it a nest， the multi-colored mass harvested from her six daughters' brushes， and handed it to one of us after she had sh...
To replay errors the revolving door of days Now it's over There's no one point thank god in the turning world I was always moving tired too bu...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
flash card. fever down. "arépa！" as an expletive——translation=pancake. flip flop happy feet： corn is what we've got &...