ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

sequence #
1 2 3 4 5
6 7 8 9 10
11 12 13 14 15
16 17 18 19 20

  keyword(s) in poems:

Sequence: 16

SPRING WET
so much rain...

WHAT WE FOUND
as held in a mouth...

READ RELAX WRITE
bees stumble out...

AGREEMENT
The cabdriver walking home from his ...

CALLING CROW
his wings keep moving...

untitled
the wood door held open in my hand...

REAL APRIL
what we call reality is a...

GARDENING NOTES
the opening where...

THE POEM
I was thinking standing at the top of the hill...

THREE RELATED POEMS
the moon's "clear fields"...

untitled
let me know what it's like...

HERE FILL THIS PART OUT
and I'll fill in the rest...

7/30/08
mud my friend from youth...

LIVING THINGS GIVE BACK WHAT THEY GATHER
grassy field seen through the tree stems...

LISTENING TO THE STORM
water...

THE WAY
feet on the way that flutters before us...

THE SAME
the earth has borrowed everything...

8/10/08
the worrying approaches of a hurricane or a birthday...

8/20/08
the marks on us...

THANKS TO THE MAKERS OF CUNEIFORM
the damp clay you marked...

FIRE
when and if the sparks...

USEFUL
the tremor is useful for mixing things...

A SINGLE CLOUD IN A DRY SEASON
the cloud passing east at sunset...

EARLY HOUR READING
the cicadas have been singing all night...

"ABOVE US ONLY SKY"
at night the activity...

ACCEPTS
summer comes to rest...

untitled
the rush of air overhead as I sleep...

MOONLIGHT
light streaming in every window...

ALLEGORICAL SCENE
the translators...

ME WALKING IN NATURE
Looking in all directions, no one to be seen: I am alone. Here ...

ME AND IT
I decide to set it aside for a few days...

TRILLION
bewilderment in the trillions...

10/10/08
no pride no complaints...

10/10/08, ALSO
three quarter moon...

WRITING WITH THE COLD HAND
a couple of pages back:...

HOW I'M THINKING NOW
half the day spent avoiding...

COMPARING
the way the trembling travels through me...

2/26/09
I don't have to try hard to act as though...

THESE POEMS
a poem for any day of the year ...

DESIRE
The circumference of the earth now widened enormously, a new...

I WATCH
a fire of dead branches...

ALL OF OUR LIFE IS TO REPEAT
all of our life is to repeat...

I INVESTIGATE
having touched many things...

I WAKE BEFORE DAWN
again...

SOMEONE WHISPERS IN THE EMPEROR'S EAR
and he knows what to say next...

TO AN ANT DROWNED IN HONEY
how gold...

THE LOWER AND THE HIGHER
when the lower lifts ...

EPISODE FROM A NARRATIVE
their morning...

WHAT HAS BEEN DONE
every stroke went through my hand first...

TRAVELS WITH
all of you take me with you...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM MERWIN
that hand moving a touch towards me...

WAS I
I had been beautiful once...

FAIR TRADE
the creek crossing under the road...

SAYINGS
all these roads bent here as if finding their reason lose it...

PARALLEL LIVES
oh ye of little wings...

SUMMARY TO THIS POINT
age a point...

MUSICIAN
the voice he has...

SOMETIME IN THE SEASON


a shower blowing headlines past
randomness takes over anything you feel or say
while you think what is common to all?

having a throat you could say that
the need to eliminate you could ditto

the line of blowing
has its startles and surges
and you are no more still
or less blown

and could you be the possession of all
and understood by all
and if so the result of all this
being swept here and there
is you

maybe the only integrity
of the line we pursue
is its waver

how many times the weather
will not let us be
and when the sun goes down
its hole and clouds come over the sky

out of nowhere progress is being made
like a sudden drop in temperature
that comes with gusts
sweeping up trash and twisting
with them down the street