Poetry
Winter 2002
Who Wants It or Not
The mind of Eurydice in the head of Orpheus, as the head turns toward me. Slash, a head is cut off. Lap, lap, lap of the water sucking itself back […]
Poetry
Winter 2002
Surviving Love
I work hard at managing, grateful and spare. I try to forgive all trespasses. I give thanks for the desert. I rejoice to be alive here in the simple world. […]
Poetry
Winter 2002
The Creature
Who, seeing the wounded one,does not wonder about the cause,wonder if she is to blame?Was the antelope already limpingor was the woman in love?What if it was a crime of […]
Poetry
Winter 2002
Silence and Glare
I get out of the car. Stand stilland listen. Look at the abandoned house,but generally. Has the plaster fallen off?If so, how long have the adobe bricksbeen exposed to rain? […]
Poetry
Autumn 1983
What Is Left Over
There is silence after a city is destroyed the Russian woman told me. For those left, there are potatoes which might grow soon enough. No pigeons and no rats. All […]
Poetry
Autumn 1983
White Light
Waiting in a place where the cicadas turn the silence into something silver. Hot white light on the rocks. Laurel down by the spring. Holding myself still. Doing one thing […]
Poetry
Autumn 1983
Not Saying Much
My father is dead and there is nothing left now except ashes and a few photographs. The men are together in the old pictures. Two generations of them working and […]
Poetry
Autumn 1983
Complete
If death wants me, let it come. I am here in a room at night on my own. The pulsing and the crickets would go on. Everything and the tall […]
Poetry
Autumn 1983
On the Way
to the party we see a lemon on the ground. The next morning doves fly before the sun has lit the pomegranate flowers. I look at the sky beyond the […]
Poetry
Autumn 1983
Oedipus Exceeding
Finally Oedipus came back. Returned as the old to the ancient. Found a stone and sat down. Blind and blinding. Slowly, people gathered around him, hesitant and horrified. He began. […]
Poetry
Summer 1979
Classicism
The nights are very clear in Greece. When the moon is round we see it completely and have no feeling.
Poetry
Summer 1979
Gnostics on Trial
Let us make the test. Say God wants you to be unhappy. That there is no good. That there are horrors in store for us if we do manage to […]
Poetry
Summer 1979
The Gods Must Not Know Us
The signifying clouds at dawn fill me. Open my spirit. The shining of sun and moon morning after morning makes my heart serene. FU SHENG Shang-shu ta chuan All the different […]
Poetry
Summer 1979
Eurydice
I linger, knowing you are eager (having seen the strange world where I live) to return to your friends wearing the bells and singing the songs which are my mourning. […]
Poetry
Summer 1979
Different Not Less
All of it changes at evening equal to the darkening, so that night things may have their time. Each gives over where its nature is essential. The river loses all […]