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My dear, I wonder if before the e… You ever thought about a children’… I’m sure you must have played it t… You ran along a narrow garden wall Pretending it to be a mountain led…
Innocence? In a sense. In no sense! Was that it? Was that it?
I tell you that I see her still At the dark entrance of the hall. One gas lamp burning near her shou… Shone also from her other side Where hung the long inaccurate gla…
They’re taking down a tree at the… The power saw is snarling at some… Whining at others. Now and then i… And sawdust falls like snow or a d… Rotten, they tell us, at the fork,…
He didn’t want to do it with skill… He’d had enough of skill. If he n… Another villanelle, it would be to… And the same went for sonnets. If… Hard work learning to rime, it wou…
Still half drunk, after a night at… with the grey dawn taking us unawa… among our guilty kings and queens,… far North in the morning, winners,… to a stream in the high hills, to…
Who can remember back to the first… The greatest ones, greater even th… No one has remembered that far bac… Or now considers, among the artifa… And bones and cantilevered inferen…
The cursive crawl, the squared-off… these by themselves delight, even… a meaning, in a foreign language,… Chinese, for instance, or when ska… all day across the lake, scoring t…
Among the high-branching, leafless… Above the roof-peaks of the town, Snowflakes unnumberably come down. I watched out of the attic window The laced sway of family trees,
What gives it power makes it chang… At each extreme, and lean its risi… Down low, first one and then the o… In which exchange humility and pri… Reverse, forgive, arise, and die a…
The fishermen on Lake Michigan, s… For kicks, they spit two hunks of… At either end of a single length o… And toss that up among the scaveng… Who go for it so fast that often t…
You know the old story Ann Lander… About the houseife in her basement… She’s wearing her nightie, and she… I might’s well put this in as well… Being dripped on by a leaky pipe p…
So much of life in the world is wa… This day was no exception, so we w… All morning long and into the afte… I spent some of the time rememberi… Dante, who did the voyage in the m…
It is true, that even in the best-… Such things will happen; it is tru… What’s done is done. The law, whe… Our hatred, sees no fire in the fl… But by the smoke, and not for thou…