Poems

How Easily the City is Lost

Verse Daily | 2003

How easily the city is lost, leaves me / to see only what’s at hand: a sliver / of red brick and mortar, a pigeon roosting…

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The Osservanza Master

The Nation | Febuary 1, 2001

In later paintings— / a Brueghel, a Dali— / a hill could also be a breast / grazed by clouds, the breast / of a woman lying on her back…

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Hymn

The Nation | March 22, 2001

Sounds that twisted / around the room like smoke, / bludgeoning, blossoming, / where I did not want / to find them, but I find them / over and over.

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