I regret bitterly
The years of loving you in both
Your presence and absence, regret
The law, the
No one's despair is like my despair--
You have no place in this garden
thinking such things, pro
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
Sleep in their blue yoke,
On nights like this we used to swim in the quarry,
the boys making up games requiring them to tear
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was--
What can I tell you that you don't know
that will make you tremble again?
by the road
In the story of Patroclus
no one survives, not even Achilles
who was nearly a god.
Is that an attitude for a flower, to stand
like a club at the walk; poor slain boy,
is that a wa
Reading what I have just written, I now believe
I stopped precipitously, so that my story seems to
In our family, there were two saints,
my aunt and my grandmother.
But their lives were different.
Look, a butterfly. Did you make a wish?
You don't wish on butterflies.
You do so. Did you make
Remember that time you made the wish?
I make a lot of wishes.
The time I lied to you
I have a friend who still believes in heaven.
Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she lite
Sometime after I had entered
that time of life
people prefer to allude to in others
In the empty field, in the morning,
the body waits to be claimed.
The spirit sits beside it, on a
Spiked sun. The Hudson's
Whittled down by ice.
I hear the bone dice
Of blown gravel clicking.
The Greeks are sitting on the beach
wondering what to do when the war ends. No one
wants to go h
Over the still world, a bird calls
waking solitary among black boughs.
You wanted to be born;
I asked for much; I received much.
I asked for much; I received little, I received
next to nothi
My mother's an expert in one thing:
sending people she loves into the other world.
The little ones
The garden admires you.
For your sake it smears itself with green pigment,
The ecstatic reds of th
A child draws the outline of a body.
She draws what she can, but it is white all through,
Little soul, little perpetually undressed one,
Do now as I bid you, climb
The shelf-like branches
Remember the days of our first happiness,
how strong we were, how dazed by passion,
lying all day,
I became a criminal when I fell in love.
Before that I was a waitress.
I didn't want to go to Ch
The elements have merged into solicitude,
Spasms of violets rise above the mud
And weed, and soon
Night covers the pond with its wing.
Under the ringed moon I can make out
your face swimming among
Small light in the sky appearing
two pine boughs, their fine needles
It is not the moon, I tell you.
It is these flowers
lighting the yard.
I hate them.
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for
Orange blossoms blowing over Castile
children begging for coins
I met my love under an orange tr
The great man turns his back on the island.
Now he will not die in paradise
nor hear again
I never turned anyone into a pig.
Some people are pigs; I make them
Look like pigs.
I'm sick of
One summer she goes into the field as usual
stopping for a bit at the pool where she often
The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
Love of my life, you
Are lost and I am
A few years pass.
The air fills
When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same,
The nights have grown cool again, like the nights
Of early spring, and quiet again. Will
You're stepping on your father, my mother said,
and indeed I was standing exactly in the center
I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
Every day, in
There was an apple tree in the yard --
this would have been
forty years ago -- behind,
Mother died last night,
Mother who never dies.
Winter was in the air,
many months away
You want to know how I spend my time?
I walk the front lawn, pretending
to be weeding. You ought t
As a man and woman make
a garden between them like
a bed of stars, here
they linger in the summer
My mother's playing cards with my aunt,
Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game
A dove lived in a village.
When it opened its mouth
sweetness came out, sound
like a silver light
You saved me, you should remember me.
The spring of the year; young men buying tickets for the f
As I perceive
I am dying now and know
I will not speak again, will not
survive the earth, be summ
I was trying to love matter.
I taped a sign over the mirror:
You cannot hate matter and love for
There were others; their bodies
were a preparation.
I have come to see it as that.
As a steam o
Child waking up in a dark room
screaming I want my duck back, I want my duck back
in a languag
A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside
In your extended absence, you permit me
use of earth, anticipating
some return on investment. I mu
In the end, I made myself
Known to your wife as
A god would, in her own house, in
Ithaca, a voice
All day I tried to distinguish
need from desire. Now, in the dark,
I feel only bitter sadness fo
To say I'm without fear--
It wouldn't be true.
I'm afraid of sickness, humiliation.
When I made you, I loved you.
Now I pity you.
I gave you all you needed:
bed of earth, blanket
Several weeks ago I discovered a photograph of my mother
sitting in the sun, her face flushed as wi
How can you say
earth should give me joy? Each thing
born is my burden; I cannot succeed
In the early evening, a now, as man is bending
over his writing table.
Slowly he lifts his head; a
Late December: my father and I
are going to New York, to the circus.
He holds me
on his shoulders
It came to me one night as I was falling asleep
that I had finished with those amorous adventures
—After Robert Pinsky
Defier of closed space, such as the head, opener
Of the sealed passageways
Two women with
the same claim
came to the feet of
the wise king. Two women,
but only one baby.
What does the horse give you
That I cannot give you?
I watch you when you are alone,
When you r
You see, they have no judgment.
So it is natural that they should drown,
first the ice taking th
Now, in twilight, on the palace steps
the king asks forgiveness of his lady.
He is not
Speak to me, aching heart: what
Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself
Weeping in the da
Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken.
I don't see anything objectively.
I know myself; I'v
There is always something to be made of pain.
Your mother knits.
She turns out scarves in every sh
Is it winter again, is it cold again,
didn't Frank just slip on the ice,
didn't he heal, weren't t
At the end of my suffering
there was a door.
Hear me out: that which you call death
On a small lake off
the map of the world, two
swans lived. As swans,
they spent eighty percent