Another Night in the Ruins 1 In the evening haze darkening on the hills, purple of the eternal, a last bird crosses over, ‘flop flop,’ adoring only the instant. 2 Nine years ago, in a plane that rumbled all night… Read More ›
poem of the week
A Dream for Winter In the winter, we will leave in a small pink railway carriage With blue cushions. We will be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies In each soft corner. You will close your eyes, in order… Read More ›
A Supermarket in California This poem has already been part of my #PoemOfTheWeek series, but I’d like to dedicate it this week to the memory of Robin Williams.
wandering in the cage languid conjecture during hours of moil, trapped in the shadows of the father. sidewalks outside of cafes are lonely through the day. my cat looks at me and is not sure what I am and I… Read More ›
[During the Second World War…] During the Second World War, I was going home one night along a street I seldom used. All the stores were closed except one—a small fruit store. An old Italian was inside to wait on… Read More ›
On the Pulse of Morning read at the 1993 Presidential inauguration of Bill Clinton A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On… Read More ›