A dark woman, head bent, listening for something
Here is a map of our country
Two five-pointed star-shaped glass candelholders
Late summers, early autumns, you can see something that binds
Catch if you can your country's moment, begin
A potato explodes in the oven. Poetry and famine
(The dream-site) Some rooftop, water-tank looming, street-racket strangely quelled
He thought there would be a limit and that it would stop him. He depended on that.
On this earth, in this life, as I read your story, you're lonely
Soledad.=f. Solitude, loneliness, homesickness; lonely retreat
One night on Monterey Bay the death-freeze of the century
What homage will be paid to a beauty built to last
(Dedications) I know you are reading this poem
Memory lifts her smoky mirror: 1943
Girl between home and school -what is that girl
How telegrams used to come: ring
What the grown-ups can speak of-would you push
A young girl knows she is young and meant to live
A girl wanders with a boy into the woods
A woman wired in memories
Streets closed, emptied by force-Guns at corners
Memory says: Want to do right? Don't count on me
Through Corralitos Under Rolls of Cloud
Showering after 'flu; stripping the bed
If you know who died in that bed, do you know
The light of outrage is the light of history
She who died on that bed sees it her way
Two Arts: I've redone you by daylight-Raise it up there and it will
Darklight: Early day. Grey the air-When heat leaves the walls at last
