Poetry
July/Aug 2019
At the Edge of the Forest
I For such a long time we thought all it would take was stretching our arms out to touch the sky and hold the old horizon on a leash for […]
Poetry
July/Aug 2019
The Farewell
You might be able to grab the sea by the hair and shake it like an old carpet, put a whole forest to sleep just by looking it straight in […]
Poetry
July/Aug 2019
The Date
What is it that’s still keeping you here in the damp air and in the wind scowling at the lilacs. Is it the house where in the shadows you once […]
Poetry
Autumn 2004
To Cavafy
From the French. Such impatience, and for what, if tomorrow is only a little boat with no sail or oars, a bridge over nothing? Think of the old man of […]
Poetry
Autumn 2004
The Forgotten Traveler
From the French. (on a line by Claude Roy) It's life itself that makes us die, you wrote in that poem where everything stays raw, the streetcars' rattling, the nape […]