Monthly Archives: April 2016

Up-Hill Does the road wind up-hill all the way?   Yes, to the very end.Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?   From morn to night, my friend.But is there for the night a resting-place?   A roof for … Continue reading →

What We WantWhat we wantis never simple.We move among the thingswe thought we wanted:a face, a room, an open bookand these things bear our names-now they want us.But what we want appearsin dreams, wearing disguises.We fall past, holding out our … Continue reading →

The ThinkerMy wife’s new pink slippers have gay pom-poms.There is not a spot or a stainon their satin toes or their sides.All night they lie together under the bed’s edge.Shivering I catch sight of themand smile, in the morning.Later I watch … Continue reading →

Another Poem About My FatherI don’t get poetry either. Mostly I get cavities,ad mail. Once, I got eleven hundred dollarsin small change from my father for Christmas.He said, you’ve got to work for your money-meaning you’ve got to haul it through … Continue reading →

I take your T-shirt to bed again . . .  and by now it has almost lost its scent-your scent, as when you were here and turned towards the wall while I pressed my bodyinto your body and sighed, “You smell … Continue reading →

 Elevator MusicA tune with no more substance than the air,performed on underwater instruments,is proper to this short lift from the earth.It hovers as we draw into ourselvesand turn our reverent eyes toward the lightsthat count us to our various destinies.We’re … Continue reading →

From you have I been absent in the spring (Sonnet 98) From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything, That heavy Saturn laughed … Continue reading →

  Meaning If a life needn’t be useful to be meaningful, Then maybe a life of sunbathing on a beach Can be thought of as meaningful for at least a few, The few, say, who view the sun as a … Continue reading →