INDEX OF TITLES AND FIRST LINES
2 AM | 142 | |
2002, Alas | 336 | |
56,000-Year Poem | 75 | |
9 Chocolates | 182 | |
A | ||
A Blind Fisherman | 198 | |
A child of seven, I swam across the Hudson | 249 | |
A clothesline | 176 | |
A common satyr and poet, I want a hero | 263 | |
A creature half horse, half human, | 393 | |
A cup of tea, a shot of old whiskey, | 4 | |
A Dead Nun’s Complaint After the Dance | 541 | |
A Dentist | 338 | |
A Fall | 296 | |
A father is teaching his daughter to swim | 304 | |
A few days after your first birthday, | 379 | |
A friend told me Jesus said, | 144 | |
A Gambler’s Story | 398 | |
A Glance at Turner | 238 | |
A Guest in Jerusalem | 313 | |
A History of Color | 281 | |
A Hoot for Willis Barnstone | 43 | |
A Kid in a “Record Crowd” | 107 | |
A Metaphoric Trap Sprung | 140 | |
A mile from the Atlantic, | 348 | |
A Misfortune | 78 | |
A Poem Called Day | 56 | |
A Poem for All Occasions | 42 | |
A poet friend was caught in the john | 34 | |
A Poor Woman | 389 | |
A Purge Without Pity | 34 | |
A Refreshment | 99 | |
A Riff for Sidney Bechet | 328 | |
A Rose | 155 | |
A Satyr’s Complaint | 267 | |
A Song and Dance for Aaron and Antonia | 563 | |
A Valentine’s Day Sketch of Negro Slaves, Jews in Concentration Camps, and Unhappy Lovers | 488 | |
A Visit to the Devil’s Museum in Kaunas | 324 | |
A Visit to The Island of Jamaica | 394 | |
A Visit to the Prado | 16 | |
A Walk | 180 | |
A week ago my friend, a physician, phoned | 251 | |
A Wolf ’s Song | 236 | |
A word, I have a life to speak. | 562 | |
Affluent Reader | 130 | |
After a difficult illness, in letters to friends I wrote: | 213 | |
After an Atlantic hurricane, | 349 | |
After his death, her blood was glass | 415 | |
After Night Fell Down the Abyss | 3 | |
After Night fell down the Abyss, | 3 | |
After the lesson of the serpent there is the lesson | 366 | |
Again the same old stew, | 19 | |
Age three, I cried “help.” | 19 | |
Aging, I am a stowaway in the hold of my being. | 365 | |
Album | 157 | |
Alexander Fu | 376 | |
Alexander Fu Musing | 161 | |
Alexander Fu to Stanley | 378 | |
Alexander’s First Battle | 377 | |
Allegory of Evil in Italy | 403 | |
Allegory of Smell | 402 | |
Allegory of the Laughing Philosopher | 390 | |
Along the Tiber: A Commentary on Antony and Cleopatra (1956) | 470 | |
Among ancient trees, there stood a colossal Oak | 358 | |
Among family photos, | 157 | |
An American Hero | 22 | |
An Argument with My Wife | 301 | |
An easy bus ride or short walk through Rome, | 362 | |
An English Defeat | 532 | |
An Exchange of Hats | 466 | |
An Old Marriage | 35 | |
An oracle told me | 364 | |
Anatomy Lessons | 250 | |
Ancient Hebrew judges | 533 | |
Ancient of Days, | 413 | |
Ancient of Days, bless the innocent | 505 | |
And Now There Is No Place to Look | 450 | |
And now there is no place to look, | 450 | |
And there are African Links/Licks in Every Language | 228 | |
Angular Egypt lived for the dead, | 561 | |
Annunciation | 372 | |
Anonymous Poet | 260 | |
Another Reply for Pompey | 476 | |
Antony with Cleopatra | 471 | |
Anyone can see suffering | 536 | |
Anything is the same old anything. I’ve become part of the thingness | 169 | |
Apocrypha | 458 | |
Apollo, my canines are into the marrow. | 204 | |
April, Beijing | 382 | |
As full of Christianity | 316 | |
At Piazza Santa Croce | 250 | |
At the school in the Plaza Hotel, Mexico, | 244 | |
Autumn | 226 | |
B | ||
Babies | 318 | |
Babies, babies, | 318 | |
Backstage | 477 | |
Bad Day, Good Day | 562 | |
Bad Joke | 213 | |
Barbed wire and ground glass, | 531 | |
Battle | 19 | |
Beauty Is not Easy | 306 | |
Because he would not abandon the flock for a lost sheep | 293 | |
Because I’ve lived beyond my years, I’m in the soup. | 40 | |
Before the Fire | 538 | |
Before the geography of flowers and fruit, | 434 | |
Better if I had said in song what I wanted | 239 | |
Better to wear an archaic smile | 199 | |
Beyond | 37 | |
Big fool, my ancestors understood | 378 | |
Big Left Toe | 210 | |
Birthday Wishes | 165 | |
Blake drew a giant flea inhabited | 237 | |
Bone | 204 | |
Born where the hill is fertile, on soiled earth, | 560 | |
Brayed at, with an equine kiss | 163 | |
Bright Day | 66 | |
Burial of the Gravedigger’s Daughter | 83 | |
C | ||
Can I disentangle | 453 | |
Capriccio | 239 | |
Castello Sermoneta | 540 | |
Cautionary Tale | 128 | |
Celia, a Ditty | 518 | |
Centaur Song | 393 | |
Certainly our fields were planted | 471 | |
Changing right to wrong takes time | 77 | |
Charmian to Enobarbarus | 473 | |
Che Guevara | 536 | |
Children’s Song | 164 | |
China Poem | 384 | |
China Song | 305 | |
Chinese Prayer | 326 | |
Chorus | 258 | |
Christmas 2014 | 141 | |
Chrysalis | 92 | |
Clams | 505 | |
Cloud Song | 456 | |
Clouds | 241 | |
Coda | 98 | |
Communiqué from an Army Deserter, Probably Italian | 530 | |
Creature to creature, | 406 | |
Criton | 358 | |
Cruelty and Love | 233 | |
Cruelty will not fool me, | 233 | |
Cut from your mother, there was a first heartache, | 162 | |
Cut the cable! But not their throats. Caesar | 476 | |
D | ||
Dangerous Game | 199 | |
Dark Clouds | 350 | |
Darkness, sunlight and a little holy spit | 496 | |
Dawn | 9 | |
Day is carved in marble, a man reclining, | 56 | |
Daydream | 421 | |
Dear Monarchs, fellow Americans, | 32 | |
Death in Paris | 549 | |
Death is a celestial fox that leaps out of his coffin, | 297 | |
Death Is a Dream | 73 | |
Death is a dream. Time, | 73 | |
Death is not Prime Minister or resplendent, | 287 | |
Death of a Spanish Child | 542 | |
Death, take a Mediterranean cruise, | 26 | |
5. December 21st | 7 | |
December 8 | 133 | |
Delmore Schwartz | 15 | |
Desertion | 568 | |
Diary of a Satyr | 269 | |
Doctor, I could have asked but never did | 106 | |
Dog | 385 | |
Dogs | 220 | |
Down River | 231 | |
Dr. Abrams, your last name ends in “S,” | 28 | |
Drinking Song | 104 | |
Duet | 44 | |
Dulcie | 486 | |
E | ||
Early morning, what poems I read don’t make sense, | 31 | |
El Sol | 303 | |
Elegy for A 5,000-Year-Old Tree | 330 | |
Elegy for Elia | 172 | |
Elegy for Myself | 448 | |
Elegy for Oliver Sacks | 88 | |
Elegy for the Poet Reetika Vazirani and Her Child | 134 | |
Enobarbus Plans for Cleopatra | 472 | |
Epitaph for a Cook | 19 | |
Especially he loves | 446 | |
Evening Song | 27 | |
Exchange of Gifts | 314 | |
Eye | 256 | |
F | ||
Facing the Red Sea | 345 | |
Fact Song | 533 | |
Fallout | 48 | |
Fantasy on a Goya Drawing | 71 | |
Father Goya told me | 71 | |
Fathers | 144 | |
February | 251 | |
Fifty stories high, | 181 | |
Finally it comes down to it, | 29 | |
First I embrace you. I come prepared with this, | 399 | |
Five centimeters, already Chinese, | 375 | |
Foggy weather. | 394 | |
Following the Saints | 442 | |
For Georgie | 257 | |
For Good Measure | 178 | |
For James Wright | 526 | |
For Loving is Real | 556 | |
For Margaret | 438 | |
For My Godmother, Twenty Years Later | 246 | |
For Uncle Lem | 520 | |
For Virginia on her 90th Birthday | 352 | |
Francisco Goya y Lucientes, | 69 | |
Frog | 468 | |
From the rock of my heart a horse rose, | 442 | |
From whose breast does the milk of madness course? | 350 | |
Full of the city and accounting, I stepped out of my car | 428 | |
Fulvia to Cleopatra: A First Wife’s Complaint | 474 | |
G | ||
Gardens and Unpunctuated Poetry | 174 | |
Gardens do not need punctuation | 174 | |
Ghetto Theater, Vilnius, 1941 | 325 | |
Give me a death like Buddha’s. Let me fall | 517 | |
Give me a death like hers without tears, | 246 | |
Glutton | 215 | |
God of paper and writing. God of first and last drafts, | 146 | |
God of Walls and Ditches, every man’s friend, | 326 | |
God Poem | 446 | |
God washed his womb in the ocean. | 189 | |
God, how do you dew? | 55 | |
God’s Brother | 14 | |
Godmothers | 203 | |
Good News Song | 341 | |
Grace | 302 | |
Granite | 121 | |
Gratitude | 3 | |
Greetings, I hope you will not be disappointed I survived | 429 | |
Grinder | 552 | |
H | ||
Half man, half book, he spent the day | 67 | |
Hannibal Crossing the Alps | 371 | |
Happy 87th Birthday | 115 | |
He found his good wife weeping alone | 344 | |
He heard God coughing in the next apartment, | 15 | |
He lived in flight from an apartment, | 478 | |
He might have made some other sign, | 308 | |
He needed to be held, so his country | 409 | |
He painted his faults, | 178 | |
He rode into the city unrecognized on a lion, | 247 | |
He stared at a word and saw his face, | 373 | |
He urged his starving elephants upward into the snows, | 371 | |
Heart Work | 288 | |
Hell | 126 | |
Hell’s asleep now. | 526 | |
Here in Naples if you starve, fight, | 529 | |
Here is a lady with a unicorn in her lap, | 245 | |
Hermaphrodites in the Garden | 366 | |
Herodotus tells us in an election year | 343 | |
His last words, “The Sun is God.” | 238 | |
His or her life was never as close to us as now. | 208 | |
His smile says he has had the smell of it, | 402 | |
His stride is part delusion. | 481 | |
Home, I bang the sand out of my shoes. | 405 | |
Honeysuckle grows over the sleeve | 502 | |
Hot News, Stale News | 343 | |
Hotel Room Birthday Party, Florence | 261 | |
How can you run about | 155 | |
How I Got Ted Roethke’s Raccoon-Skin Coat | 351 | |
How lucky we are to have Stanleys, | 518 | |
How Suddenly Exhausted | 554 | |
How suddenly exhausted, singed and empty as shells broken. | 554 | |
I | ||
I am death’s Sancho Panza. | 511 | |
I am just a has been and a will be. | 137 | |
I am like a book fallen from your lap. | 477 | |
I am part man, part seagull, part turtle. | 494 | |
I am prepared to believe Yahweh has a younger brother. | 14 | |
I argued with a dear friend, a psychiatrist | 139 | |
I believe love saves the world from heartbreak. | 114 | |
I borrowed a basket of grapes, I paid back in wine. | 130 | |
I built our house on Mecox Bay | 220 | |
I call out this morning: Hello, hello. | 66 | |
I can’t walk far or drive away. | 118 | |
I cannot forget the little swamp | 465 | |
I cannot sanctify. Take heart, | 503 | |
I caught you and loved you when I was three | 116 | |
I change apartments, | 491 | |
I come close to the perfect democracy | 147 | |
I comply with these disorders to give | 510 | |
I did not say: The peach blossoms are not as white | 305 | |
I do not think a child | 7 | |
I Drive a Hearse | 484 | |
I drive a hearse, a black limousine. | 484 | |
I fixed my house grandest on the Aventine, | 474 | |
I fly the flag of the black dog: | 486 | |
I gave my friend a lovely naked woman | 351 | |
I got up a little after daybreak: | 224 | |
I had just written “good and evil, each | 341 | |
I have a Baroque painting—a martyr, Saint Simon, | 520 | |
I Have Come to Jerusalem | 309 | |
I have come to Jerusalem | 309 | |
I have had enough of Gods | 515 | |
I have not used my darkness well, | 545 | |
I have protected the flame of a match | 404 | |
I have watched my queen’s tricks and when the feasts are over | 473 | |
I hear a Te Deum of... “Who are you to think... | 392 | |
I hear the panda’s song, | 493 | |
I hold this living coldness, | 468 | |
I knew that tree was my lost brother | 329 | |
I know my love of “whys?” is a faithless sin. | 86 | |
I know the morning thaw scrawled something; | 544 | |
I know the story of a tree: | 539 | |
I leap high as I can for joy, higher than you think I can. | 339 | |
I often write in my diary the obsolete poem of self | 61 | |
I owe a debt to the night, | 436 | |
I owe much to my distant relative | 256 | |
I pass a half-naked child | 400 | |
I played soldier as a child. | 17 | |
I put on my Mosaic horns, a pointed beard, | 324 | |
I remember her first as a swimmer: | 374 | |
I said we don’t know what your 63-year-old | 128 | |
I said, “Nothing for the last time.” | 206 | |
I salute a word, I stand up and give it my chair, | 24 | |
I saw a virgin who did not want to be | 372 | |
I saw the serpent in the garden | 180 | |
I say, to be silly, | 253 | |
I see America sitting at Trump’s table, | 46 | |
I see pain all over the place, visible as sunshine | 88 | |
I see summer where the winter was, | 35 | |
I Sit Much with My Dog | 125 | |
I take my hat off to St. Francis | 236 | |
I take no pleasure in saying | 120 | |
I teach my friend, a fisherman gone blind, to cast | 198 | |
I was not Eros with a limp, or sleepwalking, | 335 | |
I was pleased to see a one-hundred-year-old oak | 219 | |
I was scribbling, “Goya painted with a spoon” when I heard Jane died, | 111 | |
I was shocked the other day to discover | 18 | |
I was startled, not like a lion or a fawn, | 16 | |
I will my collection of hats, | 466 | |
I wish I had a room with a bed, a flower pot, and a windowsill. | 565 | |
“I wish I was two dogs, then I could play with me.” | 164 | |
I wish the praying wind would hire me | 227 | |
I woke at sunrise, | 100 | |
I wonder how my life might twine and untwine | 92 | |
I’ll Be Back To You | 243 | |
I’ll be back to you very, very soon, English. | 243 | |
I’ll fatten her on steamy mutton cooked in peasant wine | 472 | |
I’ll take her to the hill | 83 | |
I’m two minutes early. | 537 | |
I’ve been spit at, marching for a cause. | 166 | |
I’ve been taught my daily lesson, | 462 | |
I’ve forgotten the book, the poet, | 386 | |
I’ve heard the red deer of Eastern Europe | 72 | |
Idling | 30 | |
If I could I’d gorge on Time, twirl hours on my fork | 215 | |
If I gave up the camera | 508 | |
If I held a rope in my mouth, | 118 | |
If life were just, for strangling her two-year-old child | 134 | |
If the sun is money, as you say, | 303 | |
If the table and chandelier | 248 | |
If Walt Whitman were alive and young and still living in Brooklyn, | 291 | |
Ill-mannered, it might have been a death, | 119 | |
In a dream after he died | 226 | |
In a museum forty years after it happened | 323 | |
In a room overlooking Jerusalem, | 315 | |
In a world where you are asleep with your fathers, | 334 | |
In an empty house I’m trying to sing a high F, | 79 | |
In bear country, in a daydream, | 421 | |
In beautiful Russian, Mandelstam wrote | 27 | |
In Canada, on a dark afternoon, | 426 | |
In Defense of a Friend | 408 | |
In fresh snow that fell on old snow | 10 | |
In Front of a Poster of Garibaldi | 396 | |
In late September on a school day | 490 | |
In my family the identical twin sisters | 203 | |
In our graves we become | 262 | |
In our new society, all the old religious orders and titles | 99 | |
In spring a woman can run from love, | 569 | |
In the great bronze tub of summer, | 194 | |
In the great iron pot of the universe | 302 | |
In the homelessness of the country | 460 | |
In the house of the hangman | 485 | |
In the Rain | 196 | |
In the sideview mirror of my car | 212 | |
In this country I planted not one seed, | 449 | |
In writing, he moved from the word I, | 431 | |
ISIS | 48 | |
It Came Down to This | 348 | |
It is 2 AM. I need to rest, sleep. | 142 | |
It is summer in my apartment, like last summer, | 519 | |
It makes no difference if friends and family | 104 | |
It means little to me now when I am rusting away | 267 | |
It never snows, but snow is on the mountain top | 542 | |
It took me some seconds as I drove toward | 504 | |
It was a little like what I feel now | 107 | |
It was a shock for me to realize | 182 | |
It was justice to see her nude haunches | 487 | |
It was not a dream: a poet | 322 | |
It wasn’t all smell of Adirondack lilac | 22 | |
It’s Monday, I phone. You answer, coughing, whisper: | 108 | |
J | ||
Jane’s Grandmother | 492 | |
Jerusalem Wedding | 110 | |
Jerusalem: Easter, Passover | 310 | |
Judas | 300 | |
July 4 | 63 | |
Jump into Ophelia’s grave if you think | 566 | |
June 21st | 353 | |
4.Just Like That | 6 | |
Just out of diapers, I am a giant | 41 | |
Just when I think I am about to be tilted | 353 | |
K | ||
Kangaroo | 522 | |
Krill | 410 | |
L | ||
Lady of Turquoise | 570 | |
Lady of turquoise I believe | 570 | |
Last Meow | 181 | |
Lenin, Gorky and I | 527 | |
Letter to a Fish | 116 | |
Letter to a Poet | 94 | |
Letter to Alexander Fu, Seven Years Old | 379 | |
Letter to an Unknown | 375 | |
Letter to Dannie Abse | 106 | |
Letter to Laren | 36 | |
Letter to Noah | 429 | |
Letter to the Butterflies | 32 | |
Lines for a Stammering Turkish Poet | 419 | |
Listening to Water | 223 | |
Long after dark | 521 | |
Lord of Crops, Prince of Cereals, Queen of Coffee and Milk | 345 | |
Lost Daughter | 404 | |
Lost in the library of Alexandria, proof | 135 | |
Lost Poem | 480 | |
Lost summers and winters ago | 20 | |
Lot’s Daughter | 506 | |
Lot’s Son | 507 | |
Love is Confined | 566 | |
Love passes through us as light through a window, | 558 | |
Love’s Edge | 519 | |
Lovers of birthdays, | 165 | |
Lowell | 409 | |
Lullaby | 392 | |
Lunatic solatic, | 93 | |
M | ||
Man’s Wife | 569 | |
Maria, sister, | 346 | |
May 19th, a sleepless night, | 159 | |
May these words serve as a crescent moon: | 133 | |
Mecox Bay | 483 | |
Mind | 140 | |
Mirror, mirror on the wall, | 261 | |
Mocking Gods | 135 | |
Mon Père, Elegy for Paul Celan | 415 | |
Monday | 152 | |
Morning | 509 | |
Most of my life Celia has made me laugh. | 518 | |
Mr. Trouble | 158 | |
Munich 2010 | 219 | |
My best customer was Mark Rothko, | 39 | |
My dear friends | 38 | |
My face leans to touch | 538 | |
My father made a synagogue of a boat. | 489 | |
My first dream came with a gift of What? | 84 | |
My Good Old Shirt | 169 | |
My mother near her death | 438 | |
My Mother’s Memorial Day | 159 | |
My Old Car | 20 | |
My scarred tongue has been everywhere | 229 | |
My school saw the Red Sea parted—you speak | 117 | |
My sister Lillian was a Unitarian. | 98 | |
My sister was a Unitarian, | 96 | |
My son carries my ghost on his shoulder, a falcon, | 298 | |
My soul climbs up my legs, | 522 | |
My surgeon went harrowing like Christ in Hell, | 342 | |
My voice has been imprisoned | 535 | |
N | ||
Near her 104th year, light as a sparrow | 492 | |
Near Machpelah/Hebron | 322 | |
New Born | 49 | |
New Moon | 428 | |
New York Song | 461 | |
News reached Helios the Sun God, | 354 | |
Nicky | 452 | |
Night Flight | 29 | |
Night in the Country | 460 | |
Nightingale | 190 | |
No moon is as precisely round as the surgeon’s light | 288 | |
No Tear Is Commonplace | 132 | |
No tear is commonplace. | 132 | |
No wrestling with an angel, | 200 | |
Not myth, not document or hymn, | 390 | |
Nothing I say will change anything. | 141 | |
Notices | 134 | |
Now | 137 | |
Now I’ve stubbed and broken my big left toe. | 210 | |
Now it’s so quiet I can hear a dog | 530 | |
Now that you are looking over the edge of the world, | 377 | |
Now the earth has been still for many days, | 568 | |
Now there are four rivers: once there were five, | 307 | |
6. Number One | 8 | |
O | ||
O who shall show me such suffering? | 126 | |
Off Montauk speedway I watch a swan | 501 | |
Off to the Fair | 531 | |
Old | 523 | |
Older, I gamble with one die, | 150 | |
On a bright winter morning | 483 | |
On a red banner across the center of a cave house | 384 | |
On artichoke and wine she chose to sup, | 532 | |
On Bees Disappearing in America and Europe but Not in Britain | 230 | |
On Crossing the Atlantic | 553 | |
On Seeing an X-Ray of My Head | 445 | |
On the Bible you translated I solemnly swear | 43 | |
On the grapes and oranges you gave me on a white plate: worry, | 313 | |
On the Occasion of Stanley Kauffmann’s Fiftieth Birthday | 518 | |
On the way to visit a friend, a physician, | 461 | |
On Trying To Remember Two Chinese Poems | 386 | |
On William Blake’s Drawing, “The Ghost of a Flea” | 237 | |
Once an Irishman in his coffin | 134 | |
Once I took a yellow cab up Jew mountain | 454 | |
Once I was jealous of lovers. | 525 | |
One by one I lit the candles of nothingness, | 418 | |
One thought, you and I are cut as if by broken glass! | 556 | |
Onlyness | 254 | |
Over Drinks | 242 | |
Ovidian Follies | 354 | |
P | ||
Pacemaker | 120 | |
Panda Song | 493 | |
Paper Swallow | 69 | |
Parable of the Book-Man | 67 | |
Parable of the Porcupine | 65 | |
Pax Poetica | 68 | |
Peace | 259 | |
Peace for this poor earth; this plant, bloom | 564 | |
Peace Talk | 564 | |
Perhaps the players chose to wear something | 325 | |
1. Phaeton | 354 | |
Photography Isn’t Art | 508 | |
Pilgrim Questions | 45 | |
Piss | 41 | |
Playing Soldier | 17 | |
Please | 235 | |
Please may be a town in Oklahoma, | 235 | |
Plumage | 501 | |
Poem | 38 | |
Poem Before Marriage | 494 | |
Poem of the Pillow | 114 | |
Poets at Lunch | 206 | |
Poets, step carefully, your foot, eye, ear, love | 140 | |
Pollen | 89 | |
Pope Pius XII Announced He was Visited by Christ on his Sickbed | 362 | |
Post-Surgery Song | 342 | |
Postcard to Walt Whitman from Siena | 388 | |
Potato Song | 496 | |
Praise | 320 | |
Prayer | 517 | |
Prayer for Zero Mostel | 499 | |
Prophecy I | 364 | |
Prophecy II | 469 | |
Psalm | 146 | |
Pushing up through a hole in the red marble floor of heaven | 332 | |
R | ||
Rainbows and Circumcision | 308 | |
Ransom | 287 | |
Reading Half-Awake | 31 | |
Rejoicing | 189 | |
Requiem | 208 | |
Return from Selling | 510 | |
Return to Rome | 470 | |
Revenge Comedy | 81 | |
Review | 176 | |
Ridiculous | 5 | |
Roethke’s Pajamas | 491 | |
Rolling Out of Bed | 557 | |
Romance | 335 | |
Rope | 118 | |
Rothko | 39 | |
Running out of time, | 81 | |
Ruse | 440 | |
S | ||
Sailing from the United States | 449 | |
Sand | 229 | |
Satyr Song | 263 | |
Scarecrow | 502 | |
Scroll | 521 | |
2. Second Choice | 4 | |
Seems | 77 | |
Señor, already someone else, | 499 | |
Señor, make me a stranger to myself. | 205 | |
September 11th: A Fable | 337 | |
September 27th and 28th, two dark rainy days. | 161 | |
September, I just want to pass a pleasant day | 152 | |
September Evening | 490 | |
Seventh child | 255 | |
Seventh Child | 255 | |
She danced into the moonless winter, | 452 | |
She felt ashamed. She was only a poor woman | 389 | |
She gave me the gift of my own desire; | 451 | |
She lies naked, five days old, | 380 | |
She remembered her dad’s kissing-her-everywhere game, | 231 | |
Shit | 462 | |
Shoes | 405 | |
Should anyone care, I love those red fields | 500 | |
Sign on the Road | 497 | |
Signifier | 119 | |
Silence | 170 | |
Since they were morose in August, | 516 | |
Sister Poem | 96 | |
Sleep | 234 | |
Sleepless, | 29 | |
Slip of the Pen | 28 | |
SM | 25 | |
Smiles | 139 | |
Snot | 465 | |
Snow clouds shadow the bay, on the ice the odd fallen gull. | 320 | |
Snowbound | 118 | |
So if God made us in His image | 228 | |
Some Flowers | 334 | |
Some of the self-containment of my old face | 382 | |
Some of us choose to disappear, | 6 | |
Someone is playing tricks on flowers and blossoming trees; | 230 | |
Something early in him | 563 | |
Sometimes I would see her with her lovers | 260 | |
Song for a Lost River | 307 | |
Song for Concertina | 529 | |
Song for Stanley Kunitz | 406 | |
Song of Alphabets | 192 | |
Song of an Imaginary Arab | 294 | |
Song of Barbed Wire | 72 | |
Song of Imperfection | 340 | |
Song of Introduction | 413 | |
Song of Jerusalem Neighbors | 129 | |
Song of No God | 214 | |
Space Poem | 252 | |
Spit | 166 | |
Spoon | 111 | |
Spring Morning | 55 | |
Spring Poem for Christopher Middleton | 108 | |
Squall | 545 | |
Squeezing the Lemon | 248 | |
Stations | 400 | |
Still, near Santa Maria in Trastevere, | 89 | |
Stowaway | 365 | |
Stuck in my suburban flesh and marrow, | 131 | |
Subway Token | 291 | |
Surrounded by a great Chinese wall of love, | 376 | |
Sweet Questions | 495 | |
T | ||
Teacher of reading, of “you will not” and “you shall,” | 38 | |
Tears | 177 | |
Tell Me Pretty Maiden | 200 | |
Thank you for the clover that bloomed today | 63 | |
Thanksgiving | 40 | |
That boy who made the earth and stars had to learn | 102 | |
That Morning | 224 | |
That night in Florence, | 328 | |
That tree was a teacher, whatever the weather— | 330 | |
That winter when Lenin, Gorky and I | 527 | |
The Inheritance | 426 | |
The Altar | 418 | |
The American Dream | 131 | |
The ashes and dust are laughing, swaddled, | 448 | |
The Atlantic a mile away is flat. | 497 | |
The Auction | 29 | |
The Bathers | 194 | |
The Battle | 411 | |
The Birds of Aristophanes taught me | 524 | |
The Black Maple | 349 | |
The Blanket | 367 | |
The Branch | 539 | |
The Carpenter | 102 | |
The Celestial Fox | 297 | |
The Cellist | 292 | |
The day is a lion across the horizon, | 242 | |
The dead poet, | 110 | |
The Debt | 436 | |
The Decadent Poets of Kyoto | 441 | |
The earth needs peace more than it needs the moon, | 68 | |
The Falcon | 298 | |
The Family | 346 | |
The Film Critic Imaginaire | 344 | |
The first days of April in the fields— | 310 | |
The first thing I did against my will is see light. | 49 | |
The Fish Answers | 117 | |
The Gambler | 150 | |
The Garden | 516 | |
The Gentle Things | 515 | |
The Geographer | 434 | |
The Giant Bathers | 232 | |
The Gift | 451 | |
The goddess Dawn seized me as a boy, | 9 | |
The Good Shepherd | 293 | |
The Good Things | 503 | |
The Grammarian | 253 | |
The Hangman’s Love Song | 485 | |
The Hawk, the Serpents and the Cloud | 431 | |
The hope of our lives is life to speak; | 552 | |
The Hudson River | 249 | |
The Icehouse and the Pond | 216 | |
The Lace Makers | 432 | |
The Last Judgment | 332 | |
The Lesson of the Birds | 524 | |
The Longest Journey | 560 | |
The Lord Is Mistaken | 26 | |
The Lost Brother | 329 | |
The Louse | 315 | |
The Man Tree | 211 | |
The man who never prays | 367 | |
The man who walks through a field in December | 211 | |
The Meeting | 504 | |
The Messiah Comes to Venice | 247 | |
The mind is a family, dreams are father and mother. | 42 | |
The Miscarriage | 424 | |
The mouth on his forehead is stitched and smiling, | 296 | |
The nightingale never repeats its song, | 190 | |
The only animal that cries real tears, | 65 | |
The park benches, of course, are ex-Nazis. | 422 | |
The Peddler | 453 | |
The Perfect Democracy | 147 | |
The piano has crawled into the quarry. Hauled | 512 | |
The Poem of Self | 61 | |
The Poet | 373 | |
The Poor of Venice | 430 | |
The poor of Venice know the gold mosaic | 430 | |
The Public Gardens of Munich | 422 | |
The Red Fields | 500 | |
The red fisherman | 410 | |
The Return | 487 | |
The Ring in my Nose | 202 | |
The Scholar | 544 | |
The Seagull | 184 | |
The Ships Go Nowhere | 558 | |
The Startling | 327 | |
The stomach and the heart can be torn | 463 | |
The survivors have something in common— | 488 | |
The Swimmer | 374 | |
The Table | 50 | |
The Thing Written | 12 | |
The thing written is a sexual thing, | 12 | |
The trade of war is over, there are no more battles, | 259 | |
The truth is I don’t know the days of the week. | 161 | |
The turtles are out, | 523 | |
The Unicorn | 245 | |
The Valley | 525 | |
The Wanton Voyager | 565 | |
The Wild Dogs of San Miguel de Allende | 244 | |
Their last pages are transparent: The lace makers | 432 | |
Their poetry is remembered for a detailed calligraphy | 441 | |
Then | 262 | |
There are diminishing unshakeable effects, | 8 | |
There are principles I would die for, | 196 | |
There is a woman in all living things, a lily. | 202 | |
There is no physicist no lyricist blood. | 513 | |
There was a risk, a dividing of waters, | 398 | |
There’s wondering, idle thoughts, | 30 | |
These days I doze off, sleep longer. | 234 | |
They come to mind, not of my choosing, | 140 | |
They say my old friend is “a good man with a worm in him.” | 408 | |
This face without race or religion | 445 | |
This morning I’m part me, part anything. | 75 | |
This morning, the merry-go-round | 53 | |
This plain of sighs has known the whole concourse | 553 | |
This red oak table has no memory. | 50 | |
Thou fool! Three score and six years ago, | 168 | |
Three in his arms we sleep, Lot lies awake | 507 | |
Three Songs for a Single String | 227 | |
Three years ago, dying, in pain, | 172 | |
Tightrope walkers know | 138 | |
Tightrope Walking | 138 | |
Time has appetite | 480 | |
Time take me now, I begin with prisons, | 557 | |
Time's Bones | 55 | |
To a Stranger | 205 | |
To Alexander Fu on His Beginning and 13th Birthday | 162 | |
To Alexander Who Wants to Be a Cosmologist | 161 | |
To Angelina, Alexander’s Cousin, Whose Chinese Name Means Happiness | 380 | |
To Ariel, My Arabist Friend | 323 | |
To idle without direction is best, | 78 | |
To My Friend Born Blind | 290 | |
To My Son's Wife On Her Wedding Day | 399 | |
Today I am Saddam Hussein’s U.S. Army Dentist. | 338 | |
Today I saw proof in the dusty theater | 258 | |
Today I walked along the vaulted hall | 388 | |
Today in Rome, heading down | 470 | |
Today, flying from Munich to Rome, | 257 | |
Today, my Italian-American electrician | 51 | |
Travels, Barcelona | 454 | |
Trees and flowers elbow their neighbors | 170 | |
Trump | 46 | |
Tsunami Song | 304 | |
Two Arias | 79 | |
Two beautiful women in the sky kissing, | 241 | |
Two Fishermen | 489 | |
Two Haystacks | 567 | |
Two Minutes Early | 537 | |
Two Riders | 511 | |
U | ||
Ubuntu | 24 | |
Under the sun, | 567 | |
Unfallen | 53 | |
Universe after universe opens outward | 252 | |
Until the rain takes over my life I’ll never change, | 385 | |
Until they killed my brother who killed you, | 294 | |
Usually I wake | 509 | |
V | ||
Vanitas | 212 | |
Visiting Star | 100 | |
Visiting the Egyptian Rooms of the Louvre | 561 | |
Voice | 535 | |
Vomit | 463 | |
W | ||
Walking | 481 | |
Waltz | 168 | |
War Ballad | 512 | |
Water wanted to live. | 223 | |
We are made to look ridiculous. | 5 | |
We know at ninety sometimes it aches to sing | 352 | |
We know only our actions and our sleep | 549 | |
We never made love, but still I believe | 94 | |
Wedding Invitation | 339 | |
Wedding Poem, Alas | 38 | |
Wet Paint | 51 | |
What | 84 | |
What are they but cattle, these butterflies, | 306 | |
What did I do? What wives do. But no wives | 506 | |
What if you don’t have money in your hand, | 45 | |
What is heaven but the history of color, | 281 | |
What proves I am not your enemy? | 129 | |
What sweet company they were for an hour or night. | 197 | |
Whatever the season | 158 | |
When he was a child, he thought of sea birds as Muslim, | 419 | |
When I saw the Greek hunter | 327 | |
When I see Arabic headlines | 192 | |
When I was a child, before I knew the word for love | 184 | |
When I was five I loved climbing a granite boulder, | 121 | |
When I write at home my dog is not far off. | 125 | |
When my Italian son | 396 | |
When Yahweh spoke to me, when I saw His name | 411 | |
When you said you wanted to be useful | 301 | |
Where are the birthday poems | 336 | |
Where is the Bridegroom? | 541 | |
Where is the green, the revolutionary? | 491 | |
Who Are You? | 513 | |
Whom can I tell? Who cares? | 340 | |
Why | 86 | |
Why does she pick only the smallest wildflowers? | 495 | |
Wildflowers | 197 | |
Winter | 93 | |
Winter Flowers | 10 | |
Winter in Vermont | 491 | |
Winter. The ice slept here, the father ice | 216 | |
With any luck you can still find a rain god | 214 | |
With spray can paint, | 25 | |
Without ambition, I’ve stolen the world. | 37 | |
Woodhaven | 18 | |
Work Song | 316 | |
Working class clouds are living together | 456 | |
Y | ||
Years are numbered, as if they were the same, | 115 | |
You and I | 412 | |
You are a viola | 44 | |
You are Jehovah, and I am a wanderer. | 412 | |
You asked me how I would kill time | 232 | |
You caterpillars, who want to eat | 337 | |
You cherished your silent beautiful cello | 292 | |
You could only be in Italy; | 540 | |
You gave me Jerusalem marble, | 314 | |
You had almost no time, you were something | 424 | |
You know nothing, not your mother or father. | 469 | |
You lie in my arms, | 458 | |
You say, “Let time’s bones be broken.” | 55 | |
You told me your blindness is not seeing | 290 | |
You wrote I appeared in your dream last night in Granada. | 36 | |
You, a goiter on my neck, lick my ear with lies. | 403 | |
Your Onlyness, your first commandment was: | 254 |