Small Street Song

below me, the
tin-

smith bangs his
hammer, the

old man sells
grapes, sweet

he says, try
some you'll see

sunshine his donkey
sways in

time
you can almost

taste it

(from Sentences, 1976)

Convergences

dusk ga-
thering
dove

in eaves.

(from The Intricate Evasions of As)

Another Version of Pastoral

The bucolic poet?

He was last seen milking
His latest poem to death.

(from The Intricate Evasions of As)

To a Poet Who Thinks He Has No Need of Revision

On second thought,
You need to

Turn over anew
Leaf through whatever

You thought you knew.

Venus

all
ready
heavenly

body,
she

enters
the
evening

stars
anew
again.