| Tract I will teach you my townspeople |
| A Woman Waits for Me A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, |
| Daughter-Mother-Maya-Seeta To replay errors |
| Gods The gorse-edged trail, the path up through sheep laurel and sedge |
| Morning Song Love set you going like a fat gold watch. |
| Curriculum Vitae I was born in a Free City, near the North Sea. |
| Honey I am three months out and six to go |
| The Mother Abortions will not let you forget. |
| Infant Joy I have no name |
| Central Park, Carousel June already, it's your birth month, |
| Lost in thought, the baby Primarily |
| After Making Love We Hear Footsteps For I can snore like a bullhorn |
| To My Mother Waiting on 10/01/54 That October might have begun |
| You Begin You begin this way: |
| The Sick Child O Mother, lay your hand on my brow! |
| Motherhood, 1951 Dear Saint Patrick, this is Peggy |
| Acrobat The night you were conceived |
| The Difference between a Child and a Poem If you are terrified of your own death |
| Shoulders A man crosses the street in rain |
| Before the Birth of One of Her Children All things within this fading world hath end |