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Man Carrying Thing The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully. Illustration: A brune figure in winter evening resists Identity.… READ MORE
The delay between my last post (SR 1.19) and this one is really Michel Foucault’s fault. Though I’ve noted before—in… READ MORE
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A Silence past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond… READ MORE
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What Are Years What is our innocence, what is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe. And whence is… READ MORE
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A Cold Spring — for Jane Dewey, Maryland Nothing is so beautiful as spring. — Hopkins A cold spring: the violet… READ MORE
Love After Love The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in… READ MORE
Lawrence On two occasions in the past twelve months I have failed, when someone at a party spoke of him… READ MORE
Interim The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A… READ MORE
The Harrow-Pin We’d be told, “If you don’t behave There’ll be nothing in your Christmas stocking for you But an… READ MORE
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Elm (from Ruth Fainlight) I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is… READ MORE
Sketching a Present 