It has happened suddenly,
by surprise, in an arbor,
or while drinking good coffee,
after speaking, or before,
...
The clock of my days winds down.
The cat eats sparrows outside my window.
Once, she brought me a small rabbit
which we devoured together, under
...
If he and she do not know each other, and feel confident
they will not meet again; if he avoids affectionate words;
if she has grown insensible skin under skin; if they desire
only the tribute of another's cry; if they employ each other
...
In October of the year,
he counts potatoes dug from the brown field,
counting the seed, counting
the cellar's portion out,
...
Up, down, good, bad,' said
the man with the tubes
up his nose, ' there's lots
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Pale gold of the walls, gold
of the centers of daisies, yellow roses
pressing from a clear bowl. All day
we lay on the bed, my hand
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When I walk in my house I see pictures,
bought long ago, framed and hanging
—de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Henry Moore—
that I've cherished and stared at for years,
...
'Even when I danced erect
by the Nile’s garden
I constructed Necropolis.
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Daybreak until nightfall,
he sat by his wife at the hospital
while chemotherapy dripped
through the catheter into her heart.
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