in Just-
spring          when the world is mud-
luscious the little ...

In love, his grammar grew
rich with intensifiers, and adverbs fell
madly from the sky like pheasants ...

I

honey people murder mercy U.S.A.   ...

the remnant of a vast, oceanic
bruise (wound delivered early and long ago)
...

At last I can be with you!
The grinding hours
since I left your side!...

A brilliance takes up residence in flaws—
a brilliance all the unchipped faces of design
refuse. The wine collects its starlets ...

Still sits the school-house by the road,
   A ragged beggar sleeping;
Around it still the sumachs grow, ...

In musty light, in the thin brown air
of damp carpet, doll heads and rust,
beneath long rows of sharp footfalls ...

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground, ...

There lies a somnolent lake
Under a noiseless sky,
Where never the mornings break...