| Crossroads The second half of my life will be black |
| Morning Song Love set you going like a fat gold watch. |
| A Happy Birthday This evening, I sat by an |
| On His Seventy-fifth Birthday I strove with none; for none was worth my strife |
| A Newborn Girl at Passover Consider one apricot in a basket of them. |
| Infant Joy I have no name |
| A Birthday My heart is like a singing bird |
| Fifty-Three I've already had a lot of them |
| Poem at Thirty The rich little kids across the street |
| Birth I was locked into a single seed, my future fathoming |