Sitting between the sea and the buildings
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass
My sadness is the sadness of water fountains.
And the rain that beats on the roof of the house.
You must not use a house to build a home,
But going back toward childhood will not help.
Take me home
I am
None at all
Without it
I am living. I remember you
Laughing and talking to hide her tears.
Enough. We die and are put into the earth forever
Vanished
Without a trace
What is form? Turning art to artifice
We find out the heart only by dismantling what
I am
Another year is coming to an end
And never look for poetry in poems.
Sources: Sandra Beasley, Elizabeth Bishop, John Ashbery, Campbell McGrath, Marie Howe, Jack Gilbert, and Laura Kasischke
