| Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks I am the blossom pressed in a book, |
| Poet's Work Grandfather |
| Poetry I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond |
| Ground Swell Is nothing real but when I was fifteen, |
| Broadway Under Grand Central's tattered vault |
| What He Thought We were supposed to do a job in Italy |
| Endnote The great poems of |
| Diving into the Wreck First having read the book of myths, |
| Ars Poetica A poem should be palpable and mute |
| Arthur's Anthology of English Poetry To be or not to be, that is the question |
| Take the I Out But I love the I, steel I-beam |
| Always on the Train Writing poems about writing poems |
| Speech Alone It happens that one pronounces |
| The Poem as Mask When I wrote of the women in their dances and |
| Ars Poetica (cocoons) Six monarch butterfly cocoons |
| The Poems I Have Not Written I’m so wildly unprolific, the poems |
| This Bridge, Like Poetry, is Vertigo |
| Envoi Go, little book. If anybody asks |
| Introduction to Poetry I ask them to take a poem |
| A True Poem |
| Prefix: Finding the measure Finding the measure is finding the mantram |
| A Book Of Music Coming at an end, the lovers |
| Workshop I might as well begin by saying how much I like the title |
| The Bear In late winter |
| The Uses of Poetry I've fond anticipation of a day |
| Art Class Let us begin with a simple line |
| Instructions to Be Left Behind I've included this letter in the group |
| Ars Poetica They wanted from us |
| Some Part of the Lyric Some part of the lyric wants to exclude |
| And It Came to Pass This june 3 |
| The Bargain In the transatlantic fury |
| The Allure of Forms Blissful dance. Scream |
| The Snow and the Plum — II The plum without the snow isn't very special |
| All Their Stanzas Look Alike All their fences |
| Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle |
| On the Subject of Poetry I do not understand the world, Father |
| O Black and Unknown Bards O black and unknown bards of long ago |
| Strawberry on the Drawbridge I tried eating one there on the bridge’s fault line |
| Teaching the Ape to Write Poems They didn't have much trouble |
| Why I Am Not a Painter I am not a painter, I am a poet |
| Poetry Is a Destructive Force That's what misery is |
| How to Read a Poem: Beginner's Manual First, forget everything you have learned |
| Blue or Green We don't belong to each other. |
| If It All Went Up in Smoke that smoke |
| Languages There are no handles upon a language |
| Adam's Curse We sat together at one summer's end |