Poetry
Summer 1998
Roman Time
Of course I can’t sleep at night. Of course I have Bad dreams. Memory is some cold Woman I thought of once Standing in the shallows Of a waste pond […]
Poetry
Summer 1998
To an Early Greek Philosopher
It was a black day when whoever it was After you, Thales, potted the first Scrawny doubt of a cypress that towers now into the clouds Over the west coast […]
Poetry
Summer 1998
At the Grave of an Ancient Poet
At the end of the line, After a long walk Over spring hills needled with a gray rain, There it is, as you said it would be, A flat black […]
Poetry
Summer 1998
Its Difficult Name
From California my sisterFour years ago called To say two feetOf rain had Fallen during morning onThe desert place she and I once survived. She said,Would you believe it? My […]
Poetry
Summer 1998
Lights from a Pier
From here, I can see many things at night Sitting out long enough If I am willing to. I can see all the way to heaven And how indistinguishable it […]
Poetry
Autumn 1994
Once in Ohio
I would have done almost anything Not to have had to see her joining me That first time in the claw-footed tub In Athens, her robe falling and a long […]
Poetry
Autumn 1994
Labor Day
Any other evening, this hour, the bypass banking the Tennessee Would be channeling red stars one way and white lights seething like the sun The other. Tonight I’m standing in […]
Poetry
Autumn 1994
Kudzu in Winter
Nothing as dead as, dead-beat, Beaten back, the vines like pylons Braided limb to limb, rigging On a ghost ship, the dead and living Webbed as far as the eye […]