Activity

the crows were calling around me to white air
I could hear their wings dripping and hear small birds with
  lights
 breaking in their tongues the cold soaked through me I
  was able
after that morning to believe stories that once
 would have been closed to me I saw a carriag…

Did I think it would abide as it was forever
 all that time ago the turned earth in the old garden
where I stood in spring remembering spring in another place
 that had ceased to exist and the dug roots kept giving up
their black tokens their coins and bone buttons and shoe nails
 mad…

I OFTEN SAY TO MY STUDENTS—AND IT IS STILL SO FUNNY AND strange to me to think that I am no longer a student but am a teacher myself, because in my mind, especially in relation to poetry, I will always be one—that without clarity, it is not possible to have true mystery. By clarity, I mean a sense …

The thought movement is, because of the lack of punctuation, fundamentally paratactic; the grammatical structure puts thoughts and events that in ordinary writing are usually organized hierarchically instead on the same plane, creating unexpected connections.

THE TONE OF THE VIXEN IS ELEGIAC, MYSTERIOUS, HISTORICAL