Weighing In
What the scale tells you is how much the earth
has missed you, body, how it wants you back
again after you leave it to go forth . . .
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The Well Rising
The well rising without sound,
the spring on a hillside,
the plowshare brimming through deep ground . . .
[What horror to awake at night]
What horror to awake at night
and in the dimness see the light.
Time is white . . .
What It Does
The sea bit,
As they said it would,
And the hill slid, . . .
What Kind of Times Are These
There's a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill
and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted . . .
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
. . .
What to Say Upon Being Asked to Be Friends
Why speak of hate, when I do bleed for love?
Not hate, my love, but Love doth bite my tongue
Till I taste stuff that makes my rhyming rough . . .
What You Have to Get Over
Stumps. Railroad tracks. Early sicknesses,
the blue one, especially.
Your first love rounding a corner,
that snowy minefield. . . .
The Wheel Revolves
You were a girl of satin and gauze
Now you are my mountain and waterfall companion.
Long ago I read those lines of Po Chu I . . .
When All My Five and Country Senses See
When all my five and country senses see,
The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark
How, through the halfmoon’s vegetable eye, . . .
