Gerald Stern

The Dog

What I was doing with my white teeth exposed Like that on the side of the road I don’t know, And I don’t know why I lay beside the sewer So that the lover

I Remember Galileo

I remember Galileo describing the mind As a piece of paper blown around by the wind, And I loved the sight of it sticking to a tree, Or jumping into the backseat of a

A bunch of old snakeheads down by the pond Carrying on the swan tradition hissing Inside their white bodies, raising and lowering their heads Like ostriches, regretting only the sad ritual That forced them