Let it come down: these thicknesses of air …
Lisel Mueller
Since it always begins …
Outside the house the wind is howling …
How swiftly the strained honey …
It lies in our hands in crystals …
Doctor, you say there are no haloes …
Somewhere now she takes off the dress I am …
The modern biographers worry …
Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles …
In the America of the dream …
What happened is, we grew lonely …
People whose lives have been shaped …
If an inaudible whistle …
When I am asked …