ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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you know who...

THE GREAT WORKS
Reading one of the Great Works that you find annoying, you ...

SILENCE/WORLD
the silence is never a silence...

FRIGHTENED BY MY BOOKS AGAIN
they have in them many words to read...

12/13/12
the squrrels' efforts...

THIS LIFE
less led than lost...

FIRST SNOW
one might imagine Adam...

12/26/12
the wind moves along...

NOTES TO BEGIN WITH
noon on new year's day...

AFTERTHOUGHT
silence...

UNDERSTANDING EACH OTHER
the word for food...

STILLED FOREVER
the body of a mouse...

A CYCLOPS EXPLAINS TO A STRANGER POLYPHEMUS' HOWLS
every so often one of us here goes crazy ...

CONTINUATION
even zero has a hard time with nothing...

REGISTERED
from some abandoned clock comes...

DRIVER
are you still driving...

ABOUT THE FAMOUS COUNTRY
the leaves cover it...

NOT YET
not yet ready to write you...

A THOUGHT
the alley floor is cracked...

2/23/13
last weeks of winter...

REPETITION
those who in their agony of loss...

WAYS HE TRAVELS
the hastening traveler panting along the ways...

PERHAPS POSSIBLE
watch ...

STORM FORECAST
moss light under trees...

REPITITION II
die of grief make another grief...

ONLY AT NIGHT
only at night can I really see...

I KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE
the trembling you see...

REPITITION III
make another grief...

THE READER
the pages I turn sketch...

WONDERFUL
at the doctor's office...

LANDSCAPE WITH TWO MEN
in dark clothes walking over the year's...

REPETITION IV
...

4/29/13
barely light...

EVEN SO
a picture of least importance...

SAYING MORE
cold air on my skin as it leaves me alert pleases...

NEWS
the shamed man...

5/26/13
a penny drops on the floor...

IT RIDDLES
it isn't memory...

STORY
limbs of the tree gone astray...

JUST TO BE CLEAR
nothing wants to know...

SEEING
rain-centered region...

COMPARE AND CONTRAST
there is never just one crow...

I STILL ACHE
the little things said...

THE DIFFERENCE
an off-white sky...

PLAYING AGAIN
a store of chords held in the fingers laid...

THE TOWN
the town with its mildly hilly north side...

TO YOU
if it often seems...

IN TIME
to arrive in time with some of what you've packed...

HIS INTENTION
He left, lying where I would be sure to see it, a little written...

1937
the Ohio in flood...

STONE SYMPATHY
this large rock in the abandoned field...

ANOTHER KIND OF WIND I REMEMBER
the whirlwinds that used to come...

DREAMS
That was childhood, when I believed anyone could fly if they ...

WHAT THEY BUILD AND WHERE
they build their cities on the plain...

A PARTICULAR HEAVEN
after the end...

BORDERLANDS
In some of the places where boundaries meet there can be a ...

WHAT IT KNOWS
an invisible warning...

WHAT IF YOU WERE THAT MAN IN THE MIRROR?
no thoughts or feelings within you...

IRONY WATER
the irony water I drank in youth...

MY LIFE DOES THE MATH
my life poorer by a day...

FIRST WEEK OF NOVEMBER


the sky crowded with gray
each day at waking
covers the earth with a dim shine
moist and warm the air feels like spring

leaves down bark wet
trees look like a somber audience
here to witness in their dark suits

what is done by the sweep of cold air
which overnight drives the clouds away
to the same nowhere they came from
the sun's brilliance piercing

everywhere next day tender plants wilting
when the light strikes
their gone season
come now

and where in all this do I find
an emblem of myself or my fate?
clouds appearing and vanishing
the witness of trees
the summer things whose final blow
comes from the sun they lived for

or that very sun most brilliant
when its existence is naked
or the sky itself full then empty
empty then full its state always changing?