P o e m s
“Every good poem begins in language awake to its own connections — language that hears itself and what is around it, sees itself and what is around it, looks back at those who look into its gaze and knows more perhaps even than
we do about who are, what we are.”
—Jane Hirshfield
Grief Wears a Body
GRIEF WEARS a body,
and today she stands in mine. …
Eclogues
The first ten steps from the house to the shed, I break
two or three promises the night has strung
like spiders’ webs across my path. …