Poetry
Spring 1989
We Let the Boat Drift
I set out for the pond, crossing the ravine where seedling pines start up like sparks between the disused rails of the Boston and Maine. The grass in the field […]
Poetry
Winter 1985
Twilight: After Haying
Yes, long shadows go out from the bales; and yes, the soul must part from the body: what else could it do? The men sprawl near the baler, reluctant to […]
Poetry
Winter 1985
Siesta: Barbados
From bed we heard the gardener move down the hedge of oleander, chopping out the weeds with her long, curved cutlass, and singing. A lizard gripped the coarse stucco of […]
Poetry
Winter 1985
Back from the City
After three days and nights of rich food and late talk in overheated rooms, of walks between mounds of garbage and human forms bedded down for the night under rags, […]
A Gathering of Poems
Spring 1984
Who
These lines are written by an animal, an angel, a stranger sitting in my chair, by someone who already knows how to live without trouble among books, and pots and […]
A Gathering of Poems
Spring 1984
At the Town Dump
Sometimes I nod to my neighbor, as he flings lath and plaster or cleared brush on the swelling pile. Talk is impossible; the dozer shudders toward us, flattening everything in […]