The dogs greet me, I descend into their world of fur and tongues and then my wife and I embrace as if we’d just closed the door in a motel, our two girls slip in between us and we’re all saying each other’s names and the dogs Buster and Sundown are on their hind legs,…
4 tygodnie temu
Relax. This won’t last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in to sleep, turn on the T.V., deal the cards. This poem is built to withstand such things. Its feelings cannot be hurt. They exist somewhere in the poet, and I am far away.…
4 tygodnie temu
That time I thought I was in love and calmly said so was not much different from the time I was truly in love and slept poorly and spoke out loud to the wall and discovered the hidden genius of my hands. And the times I felt less in love, less than someone,…
4 tygodnie temu
If you travel alone, hitchhiking, sleeping in woods, make a cathedral of the moonlight that reaches you, and lie down in it. Shake a box of nails at the night sounds for there is comfort in your own noise. And say out loud: somebody at sunrise be distraught for love of me,…
4 tygodnie temu
Because you can be what you’re not for only so long, one day the tiger cub raised by goats wandered to the lake and saw himself. It was astounding to have a face like that, cat-handsome,…
4 tygodnie temu
Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear one more friend waking with a tumor, one more maniac with a perfect reason, often a sweetness has come and changed nothing in the world except the way I stumbled through it, for a while lost in the ignorance of loving…
4 tygodnie temu
I waited for you calmly, with infinite patience. I waited for you hungrily, just short of desperate. When you came I knew that desperate was unattractive. I was calm, no one wants the kind of calm I was.…
4 tygodnie temu
What starts things are the accidents behind the eyes touched off by, say, the missing cheekbone of a woman who might have been beautiful it is thinking about your transplanted life-line going places in someone else’s palm, or the suicidal games your mind plays with the edge…
4 tygodnie temu
They wanted me to tell the truth, so I said I’d lived among them, a spy, for year, but all that I wanted was love. They said they couldn’t love a spy. Couldn’t I tell them other truths? I said I was emotionally bankrupt, would turn any of them in for a kiss.…
4 tygodnie temu
Yesterday, for a long while, the early morning sunlight in the trees was sufficient, replaced by a hello from a long-limbed woman pedaling her bike, whereupon the wind came up, dispersing the mosquitoes. Blessings, all. I’d come so far, it seemed, happily looking for so little.…
4 tygodnie temu
Because in my family the heart goes first and hardly anybody makes it out of his fifties, I think I’ll stay up late with a few bandits of my choice and resist good advice. I’ll invent a secret scroll lost by Egyptians and reveal its contents: the directions…
4 tygodnie temu
One day it will vanish, how you felt when you were overwhelmed by her, soaping each other in the shower, or when you heard the news of his death, there in the T-Bone diner on Queens Boulevard amid the shouts of short-order cooks, Armenian, oblivious.…
4 tygodnie temu