Poetry
Autumn 1987
Indonesia
On the curving, dusty roads we drove through the plantations where the pickers balanced on the hot hillsides—then we climbed toward the green trees, toward the white scarves of the […]
Poetry
Autumn 1987
Fish Bones
Maybe Michelangelo or Picasso could have imagined these dream shapes, these curves and thongs, snow-needles, jaws, braincases, eye sockets— somebody, anyway, whose mind was in some clear kind of rapture […]
Poetry
Autumn 1987
The Terns
The birds shrug off the slant air, they plunge into the sea and vanish under the glassy edges of the water, and then come back, flying out of the waves, […]
Book Reviews
Summer 1986
Gathering Light
What the Light Was Like by Amy Clampitt. New York: Knopf, 1985. 110 pages. $14.95, cloth; $8.95, paper. The Past by Galway Kinnell. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1985. 57 pages. $13.95, […]
Poetry
Winter 1986
Robert Schumann
Hardly a day passes I don’t think of him in the asylum: younger than I am now, trudging the long road down through madness toward death. Everywhere in this world […]
Poetry
Winter 1986
The Swimmer
All winter the water has crashed over the cold sand. Now it breaks over the thin branch of your body. You plunge down, you swim two or three strokes, you […]
Poetry
Winter 1986
Shadows
Everyone knows the great energies running amok cast terrible shadows, that each of the so-called senseless acts has its thread looping back through the world and into a human heart. […]
A Gathering of Poems
Spring 1984
Poem
The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest at night in the black branches, in the morning in the blue branches […]
A Gathering of Poems
Spring 1984
Untitled
You are the dark song of the morning; serious and slow, you shave, you dress, you descend the stairs in your public clothes and drive away, you become the wise […]
Poetry
Spring 1992
Poppies
The poppies send up their orange flares; swaying in the wind, their congregations are a levitation of bright dust, of thin and lacy leaves. There isn’t a place in this […]