Ice Bound
Sky’s gray sheet spreads icy rain.
Through the night we heard the branches cracking.
Now they bend with the bowed ache of apostrophes. . . .
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Ice Child
Cold for so long, unable to speak,
yet your mouth seems framed
on a cry, or a stifled question. . . .
Idea LXI
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, . . .
Idea XLIII: Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace
Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace
Disperse their rays on every vulgar spirit,
Whilst I in darkness in the self-same place . . .
The Idler
An idle lingerer on the wayside's road,
He gathers up his work and yawns away;
A little longer, ere the tiresome load . . .
[if mama / could see]
if mama
could see
she would see . . .
Ikebana
To prepare the body,
aim for the translucent perfection
you find in the sliced shavings . . .
The Illiterate
Touching your goodness, I am like a man
Who turns a letter over in his hand
And you might think this was because the hand . . .
Immigrant Picnic
It's the Fourth of July, the flags
are painting the town,
the plastic forks and knives . . .
Immortal Autumn
I speak this poem now with grave and level voice
In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall.
. . .
