| Gospel The new grass rising in the hills, |
| The Hermit Goes Up Attic Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest |
| I Am! I am! yet what I am none cares or knows |
| The Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud |
| Dear Lonely Animal, I'm writing to you from the loneliest, most |
| Found Poem The population center of the USA |
| Sex After the earth finally touches the sun |
| Why is the Color of Snow? Let's ask a poet with no way of knowing |
| WHERE? There's a place the man always say |
| R.I.P., My Love Let us be apart then like the panoptical chambers in IC |
| the suicide kid I went to the worst of bars |
| Don't Let Me Be Lonely [There was a time] There was a time I could say no one I knew well had died |
| Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand Whoever you are, holding me now in hand |
| Beyond the Pane The frescoed cloister is closed |
| This Is a Photograph of Me It was taken some time ago. |
| 79 I do not write of love: I am no lover. |
| Alone Lying, thinking |
| How to See Deer Forget roadside crossings |
| How I Am When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings |
| On the Terrace The lonely breakfast table starts the day |
| Museum Sundays, like a stanza break |
| Toro I'm looking for the good robin of everlasting sewing |
| Loneliness These autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown |
| Angel of Duluth [excerpt] I lied a little |
| Mnemosyne It's autumn in the country I remember |
| Isolation: To Marguerite We were apart; yet, day by day |
| Drawing from Life Look: I am building absence |
| Sonnet V I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place |
| I'm Nobody! Who are you? (260) I'm Nobody! Who are you? |
| The Creation And God stepped out on space, |
| Song of Myself I am a stubborn ox dreaming |
| Boston I've been meaning to tell |
| The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Let us go then, you and I |
| The Sleepers I wander all night in my vision |
| I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone |
| Skunk Hour Nautilus Island's hermit |
| Donal Óg It is late last night the dog was speaking of you |
| Your Catfish Friend If I were to live my life |
| The Suicide "Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! |
| Danse Russe If when my wife is sleeping |
| How the mind works still to be sure You were the white field when you handed me a blank |
| At a Window Give me hunger |
| Those Winter Sundays Sundays too my father got up early |
| Ode to Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care |
| Alone for a Week I washed a load of clothes |
| Eating Alone I've pulled the last of the year's young onions |