There were others; their bodies
were a preparation.
I have come to see it as that.
As a steam o
In the empty field, in the morning,
the body waits to be claimed.
The spirit sits beside it, on a
I was trying to love matter.
I taped a sign over the mirror:
You cannot hate matter and love for
Look, a butterfly. Did you make a wish?
You don't wish on butterflies.
You do so. Did you make
Remember the days of our first happiness,
how strong we were, how dazed by passion,
lying all day,
Is it winter again, is it cold again,
didn't Frank just slip on the ice,
didn't he heal, weren't t
Love of my life, you
Are lost and I am
A few years pass.
The air fills
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 our family, there were two saints,
my aunt and my grandmother.
But their lives were different.
I became a criminal when I fell in love.
Before that I was a waitress.
I didn't want to go to Ch
When I made you, I loved you.
Now I pity you.
I gave you all you needed:
bed of earth, blanket
There was an apple tree in the yard --
this would have been
forty years ago -- behind,
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
Sleep in their blue yoke,
I never turned anyone into a pig.
Some people are pigs; I make them
Look like pigs.
I'm sick of
A dove lived in a village.
When it opened its mouth
sweetness came out, sound
like a silver light
On a small lake off
the map of the world, two
swans lived. As swans,
they spent eighty percent
Is that an attitude for a flower, to stand
like a club at the walk; poor slain boy,
is that a wa
Speak to me, aching heart: what
Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself
Weeping in the da
Spiked sun. The Hudson's
Whittled down by ice.
I hear the bone dice
Of blown gravel clicking.
There is always something to be made of pain.
Your mother knits.
She turns out scarves in every sh
All day I tried to distinguish
need from desire. Now, in the dark,
I feel only bitter sadness fo
My mother's playing cards with my aunt,
Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game
The elements have merged into solicitude,
Spasms of violets rise above the mud
And weed, and soon
Late December: my father and I
are going to New York, to the circus.
He holds me
on his shoulders
Child waking up in a dark room
screaming I want my duck back, I want my duck back
in a languag
The Greeks are sitting on the beach
wondering what to do when the war ends. No one
wants to go h
Remember that time you made the wish?
I make a lot of wishes.
The time I lied to you
The nights have grown cool again, like the nights
Of early spring, and quiet again. Will
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for