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For Jews, the Cossacks are always… Therefore I think the sun spot on… is melanoma. Therefore I celebrat… New Year’s Eve by counting my annual dead.
Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their
I sing a song of the croissant and of the wily French who trick themselves daily back to the world
The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light
My husband gives me an A for last night’s supper, an incomplete for my ironing, a B plus in bed. My son says I am average,
Perhaps the purpose of leaves is t… the verticality of trees which we… as if for the first time: row afte… yearning upwards. And since we wil… ourselves for so long, let us now…
When they taught me that what matt… was not the strict iambic line goo… over the page but the variations in that line and the tension produ… on the ear by the surprise of diff…
Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book
I have banked the fires of my body into a small but steady blaze here in the kitchen where the dough has a life of its…
It was early May, I think a moment of lilac or dogwood when so many promises are made it hardly matters if a few are bro… My mother and father still hovered
We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon
I married you for all the wrong re… charmed by your dangerous family h… by the innocent muscles, bulging l… weapons under your shirt, by your… the colors of painted scraps of su…
I remember what my father told me: There is an age when you are most… He was just past fifty then, Was it something about the trees t… There is an age when you are most…
January Contorted by wind, mere armatures for ice or snow, the trees resolve to endure for now,