To Darwin in Chile, 1835
You will learn to look on every city as Venice, stone lofted for a while as sun-draped statue before the tide grinds it to sand. Viewed through the telescopic glass …
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Each Mortal Thing
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying Whát I dó is me: …
Read MoreJe vous attends
Illustration by Sabine Kraus For Louise Bourgeois At first I made figures without any freedom at all. Then tiny windows started to appear. In a relation between two figures what, …
Read MoreTwo Cowboys
He yanked the child along, six years old? dressed like him— ebony snakeskin boots scuttling through blaring cabs; black bolos fluttering; hats bobbing, black rolled brims. Were they running late …
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Two Sonnets
i mind is a night wing in the blind atmosphere that sprinkles the ground with its own dust. you are your own muscular witness in a wide station of wandering …
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The Eyes Have It
Just off the trail among the quills of the birches the porcupine had settled, comfortably into its final business. It looked like a fur hat abandoned in the snow melt …
Read More Oh Canada (as sung on Vancouver Island)
Another spring cracks open on the rocks as the seagull drops living mussels on stone shore, alights to tear the flesh. I know the fierce gull. I know the creature …
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