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The Journey

One day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice–though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles.“Mend my life!”each voice cried.But you didn’t stop.You knew what you had to do,though ...

Kudzu

Japan invades. Far Eastern vinesRun from the clay banks they are Supposed to keep from eroding.Up telephone poles,Which rear, half out of leafageAs though they would shriek,Like things smothered by their ownGreen, mindless, unkillable ghosts.In Georgia, the legend saysThat you must close your window...

Afraid So

Is it starting to rain?Did the check bounce?Are we out of coffee?Is this going to hurt?Could you lose your job?Did the glass break?Was the baggage misrouted?Will this go on my record?Are you missing much money?Was anyone injured?Is the traffic heavy?Do I have to remove my clothes?Will it leave a sca...

For Strong Women

A strong woman is a woman who is strainingA strong woman is a woman standingon tiptoe and lifting a barbellwhile trying to sing “Boris Godunov.”A strong woman is a woman at workcleaning out the cesspool of the ages,and while she shovels, she talks abouthow she doesn’t mind crying, ...

Osso Buco

I love the sound of the bone against the plateand the fortress-like look of itlying before me in a moat of risotto,the meat soft as the leg of an angelwho has lived a purely airborne existence.And best of all, the secret marrow,the invaded privacy of the animalprized out with a knife and swallowed d...

The Faces at Braga

In monastery darknessby the light of one flashlightthe old shrine room waits in silence While above the doorwe see the terrible figure,fierce eyes demanding, “Will you step through?” And the old monk leads us,bent back nudging blacknessprayer beads in the hand that beckons. We light the ...

The Glass and the Bowl

The father pours the milk from his glassinto the cup of the child,and as the child drinksthe whiteness, openingher throat to the good tasteeagerly, the father is filled.He closes the refrigeratoron its light, he walks outunder the bowl of frozen darknessand nothing seems withheld from him.Overhead, ...

Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside youAre not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,Must ask permission to know it and be known.The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,I have made this place around you,If you leave it you may come back again, ...

The Exaggeration of Despair

I open the door (this Indian girl writes that her brother tried to hang himselfwith a belt just two weeks after her other brother did hang himself and this Indian man tells us that back in boarding school,five priests took him into a back room and raped him repeatedly and this homeless Indian woman ...

In Blackwater Woods

Look, the treesare turningtheir own bodiesinto pillars of light,are giving off the richfragrance of cinnamonand fulfillment, the long tapersof cattailsare bursting and floating away overthe blue shoulders of the ponds,and every pond,no matter what itsname is, is nameless now.Every yeareverythingI ha...