death is a place

. It is March and black dust falls out of the books Soon I will be gone The tall spirit who lodged here has Left already On the avenues the ...

   . I remember how I would say, “I will gather These pieces together, Any minute now I will make A knife out of a cloud.” Even then the day...

  . Thank you my life long afternoon late in this spring that has no age my window above the river for the woman you led me to when it was t...

  . BILL MOYERS:  When we confirmed this meeting, you suggested that I read a poem in here called “Rain Light.” Why did you suggest that one...

  . This is a place where a door might be here where I am standing In the light outside all the walls there would be a shadow here all day l...

.  Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me And the silence will set out Tireless traveller L...

. If we are separated I will try to wait for you on your side of things your side of the wall and the water and of the ...

. Where it begins will remain a question for the time being at least which is to say for this lifetime and there is no ot...

.   All morning with dry instruments The field repeats the sound Of rain From memory And in the wall The dead ...

. First sight of water through trees glimpsed as a child and the smell of the lake then on the mountain how long it has la...

. Now in the blessed days of more and less when the news about time is that each day there is less of it I know none of that...

. Naturally it is night. Under the overturned lute with its One string I am going my way Which has a strange sound. Th...

.   Now that you have caught sight of the other side of darkness the invisible side so that you can tell it is rising first t...