Author: Mark Strand

In a field I am the absence Of field. This is Always the case. Wherever I am I am what […]

We have done what we wanted. We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry Of each other, and we have […]

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The […]

1 We are reading the story of our lives Which takes place in a room. The room looks out on […]

1 When the moon appears And a few wind-stricken barns stand out In the low-domed hills And shine with a […]

I give up my eyes which are glass eggs. I give up my tongue. I give up my mouth which […]

There is a girl you like so you tell her Your penis is big, but that you cannot get yourself […]

I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets. I empty my shoes and leave them beside […]

For Sharon Horvath From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, […]

It is all in the mind, you say, and has Nothing to do with happiness. The coming of cold, The […]