we sail boats with spanish names
we do not wring the sea from our hair
we stand arm's length from the main
let the wind rust our locks to salt
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- on the revolutions of the celestial spheres
- the flight or the seed
- walden
- catching nighttime
- ha! a sonnet!
- city/circus
- throwing away what’s lost
- why we must leave each other / a girl in three parts
- a lesson in bringing people home
- la paz.
- young things
- winter animals
- la chute
- noose
- the flight and the train and the fall
- barren tracks
- The Dead Husband, Robert.
- A Driving Night, 1988
- Labor Pains, Growing Pains
- deep sea divers of 1916
- truly everything i loved
- Adonai
- the saint
- after the rain of many years
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