Birds small enough to nest in our young cypress …
Donald Revell
Some motionless conflict in the sky …
Unreal precision of the houses at first light …
Who will you point to? In the needle's eye, …
The climate thinks with its knees. …
It is the right time for hallucinations. …
When the world was loveliness I was …
Death calls my dog by the wrong name. …
Linoleum and half a dozen eggs …
Fitfully in pictures disappearing now, …
Before anything could happen, …
I am looking at a smallpox vaccination scar …
All their songs are of one hour …
What are my friends? Mouths, not eyes for …
The last snow is baited. …
I am so lonely for the twentieth century, …
In three directions …
I begin to think Actaeon never changed. …
The bar in the commuter stationThe Title: "The Northeast Corridor" In his book The Art of Attention: A Poet’s Eye (2007), Revell called it “a title taken from newspeak and describing that cindery ganglion of railways between Boston to the north and D.C. to the southern end.” The term is used today by Amtrak. steams …
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It doesn’t matter …
A scherzo of thumbnail butterflies, white ones, …