The funny thing is that he’s reading a paper 
As if with his throat 
With the bottom half folded neatly under his chin 

You think of everything: 
Modem silence, where I go back continually 
To you, as does everyone, it seems…

I love you. Woody,
when you peck
on the head

And according to 
the stranger first ice sheets will thaw
sea levels will 

Plan ofthe city of O. The great square
curves down toward the Cathedral. The
water runs out into night where the patron

Workers, soldiers, slaves,
all the trappings of royalty and agriculture.
Watching a documentary on ants

Flustered (words always made him flustered),
He thought of saying never mind, but instead
Changed the subject. She, the listener, listened

Except for an occasional touch of flu
the painter Picasso is in his usual good health.
He still works and enjoys auto rides in the country:

Let her renounce sight and be unseen. Let her
cough ground coral in the shedding of a pewter
moon, that she, of all the innocents, should live.

The beginning was hills, moss-covered stones,
October flowers. I climbed all day,
those damp beginnings. I felt