I will teach you my townspeople
|A Woman Waits for Me |
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
To replay errors
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.
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 |
|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
The night you were conceived
|The Difference between a Child and a Poem |
If you are terrified of your own death
A man crosses the street in rain
|Before the Birth of One of Her Children |
All things within this fading world hath end