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The Doe

When I saw her, I was witness and weapon both, charging at her.

The Dream of Adoration and Other Poems

The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.

The Eclipse That Quenched the Ego

Draw me a map of your agonies, all the missing rivers you dried.

The Edith Poems

When I cried the tears felt so ineffective next to the ocean.

The End of Lake Superior

It was cool and dark, azalea in bloom at the edge of the forest.

The Fact Checkers

They dust off facts like diamonds that excel in perfection under a monocle.

The Field

The field wants to stretch the hours, wants to be empty for us.

The Fine Arts and Other Poems

Judging beauty, which is keenest, Eye or heart or mind or penis?

The Flowers of Bermuda

“Rev. MacLean’s been stabbed in Oban,” his wife said, her voice thin.

The Free Tower

Delighted to be there, celestial together, as high as you get.

The Garden

Every voice an epitaph, and then a little tune from the neighbor’s yard.

The Geometry of It All

The dean’s voice was stuck in my head. Plagiarism. Expulsion.

The Goldilocks Principle

I wanted to ask what her secret was but I was too busy knitting socks.

The Great Floating Pig Barn on the Mekong

He probably should have arrested or at least reported me to someone.

The Great Gatsby

I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention.

The Grey Dawn

Sitting beside a heap of steaming dung I felt in great poetic form.

The Idea of Antarctica

Pinned to the wall, it looks uncannily its own language, trick of the camera.

The Istafahan Bowl

The dark creatures are still, yet they give life to the whole mountain.

The Kingfisher

When she passes you, her name is a bright blue phrase on your tongue.

The Kiss

Below, the kiss silently maneuvers our bodies closer to the rose bed.

The Lady with the Little Dog

Gurov reflected, “it wouldn’t be a bad idea to make her acquaintance.”

The Lantern-Bearers

These are notes that please the great heart of man.

The Leaf in My Pocket and Other Poems

Thus is the way of leaves the secret ones that no one sees, not even me

The Little One Need Not Come

The house of our relationship is a fort. Blanket fort. Tree fort.

The Little Weaver of Duleek Gate

It was up airly and down late with him, and the loom never standin’ still.

The Loneliness of Fireworks

If I also could be lifted into the sky, I’d wish to be blown apart.

The Man and the Snake

The eyes looked into his own with a meaning, a malign significance.

The Maneater

Here was rot and immemorial night. And death. Death above all.

The Mark on the Wall

How shocking it was to discover these real things were not real.

The Merwin Conservancy

Merwin discovered and restored eighteen acres of abandoned land.