I am alone, sitting in a restaurant in Jerusalem.
I order a Kanafeh for me and my friend—
who never arrives. The waiter makes a noise when
he puts the dishes on the empty table.
I ask for a cup of tea; I like to amuse the self,
the impatient self, with the presence of things on the table.
The smell of semneh in the Kanafeh is so strong; it tickles my nose
and opens the …
The poem carried her
through time
she lay reading on the balcony
on a sun-wombed border
a chrysanthemum ignited
the garden’s actuality
a well of gravity
birdsong harpooned the air
even her mother was …
They’ve gotten my classes crisscrossed
sulking here swallowing the wrong,
compacted in the regular classroom.
I belong
in a seat that calls my name
not here in …
Wie lieblich sind deine Wohnungen
(Johannes Brahms, Deutsches Requiem/Psalm 84)
I
Keusch bewahrt,/ In bescheidener Knospe: In downstairs Berlin bars she meets young men
while machines rip the city’s …
Just gravity pulling what free
bodies it touches down, and at times
their refusal. Despite this shaking over
the mouth of the trash, a plate
holding its residue. Adherence the …
with borrowings from Rimbaud, “Après le Déluge”
in a turbulent dream,
I wake troubled, confused,
a tabby nosing round the sheets…
the market stalls are dressed in meat,
bavetted, boned, …
notes from the understory (layer 20, direction one) All of it begins. I’m soaked to the skin by a sudden downpour. My gray silk blouse won’t come free from the skin …
Part One 1. I am your moon. You are my light. 2. Little moon girl, sitting in the pool O ball, in and out of the water O kindness, o gentleness crow, no raven, sitting …
lying together [in the] Open is solution to architecture bone and stone conform briefly then fall away [As] the foot exposed seldom …
Whose woods these are I certainly know. His name is everywhere, and without that name on signs, envelopes, cars, jackets, and fliers these third-growth woods would be no-growth. A century …
