1999

1998

1997

1996

1995

1994

1993
Let no summation be made,
No accounting of air once breathed,
That accountless now stirs
A blade of grass in my idle eye.
She's gone.
Nothing does addition make to absence.

1992

1991

1990
The idea of order is
One sense at disjoint
With her sister.
One whose command's scope's
A mere measure of warrant;
The other makes measure to limitless suit,
To the idea of order.

1989

1988

1987

1986

1985

1984

1983

1982

1981

1980

1979
The pilot said to the sudden tree,
And annihilation: no, stop.
He'd thought of
Fluorescent light.
A consummation at a desk;
A continuance of one.
Breathe.  The future is never here.
The still tree must haste to kill.
No.  Stop.

1978

1977

1976

1975

1974

1973
For instance an object,
The underside of a leaf in darkness,
Furnished with a voice;
This lamp-lit dailyness
Into signs translated:
The underside of a leaf,
Spear shape, shield, escutcheon,
And the solitude of one of many,
Ensymboled so
Is amazed in memory.

1972

1971

1970

1969

1968

1967
Contiguous with what is there
Is every's view
Who'd see what is to see.
Neath every vaulted roof
And innocent sky lies the measure
Of one's contiguity.

1966

1965