If we have not struggled/as hard as we can/at our strongest/how will we sense/the shape of our losses/or know what sustains/us longest or name/what change costs us,/saying how strange/it is that one sector/of the self...

Even in climes/without snow/one cannot go/foward sometimes./Things test you./You are part of/the Donners or/part of the rescue:/a muleteer in/earflaps; a/formerly hearty/Midwestern farmer/perhaps. Both/parties trapped/within sight/of the pass.

The satisfactions/of agreement are/immediate as sugar–/a melting of the/granular, a syrup/that lingers, shared/not singular./Many prefer it.

It’s important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that’s all we have.

One can’t work/by limelight.//A bowlful/right at/one’s elbow//produces no/more than/a baleful/glow against/the kitchen table.//The fruit purveyor’s/whole unstable/pyramid//doesn’t equal/what daylight did.

Failure: the renewable resource.

There are high places that don’t invite us, sharp shapes, glacier-scraped faces, whole ranges whose given names slip off. Any such relation as we try to make refuses to take…I’m giddy with thinking where thinking...

LedgeBirds that lovehigh treesand windsand ridingflailing brancheshate ledgesas griplessand narrow,so that a tailis not justno advantagebut ridiculous,mashed verticalagainst the wall.You will haveseen the waya bird who fallson skimpy placeslifts into the airagain in seconds –a...

Stardust isthe hardest thingto hold out for.You must make of yourselfa perfect plane-something stillupon which something settles-something like sugar grains onsomething like metal, but with none of the chill.It’s hard to explain. Stardust

Action creates/a taste/for itself.

Charms

Not even waste/is inviolate./The day misspent,/the love misplaced,/has inside it/the seed of redemption./Nothing is exempt from resurrection.

BAIT GOATThere is a distance where magnets pull, we feel, having held them back. Likewise there is a distance where words attract. Set one out like a bait goat and wait and seven others will...

Gaps don’t/just happen./There is a/generative element/inside them,/a welling motion/as when cold/waters shoulder/up through/warmer oceans./And where gaps/choose to widen,/coordinates warp,/even in places/constant since/the oldest maps.

I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy.

A too closely watched flower/blossoms the wrong color./Excess attention to the jonquil/turns it gentian. Flowers/need it tranquil to get/their hues right. Some/only open at midnight.

The day misspent,the love misplaced,has inside itthe seed of redemption.Nothing is exemptfrom resurrection.

Forgetting takes space./Forgotten matters displace/as much anything else as/anything else. We must/skirt unlabeled crates/as thought it made sense/and take them when we go/to other states.