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The New Yorker

Poems

“Italian Lesson”

“the seasons change le stagioni cambiano”

“Mr. Cogito and Certain Mechanisms of Memory”

“Suddenly it seems there is nothing more fragile than a landscape”

“This Is a Test of the Federal Emergency Management Agency Wireless Warning System”

“We’ve all walked into the bar / of a joke we’ll never get.”

“Sighting”

“If anything could have brought you home / it would have been that swank, outlandish car.”

“Hummingbirds”

“The moon, the ocean—some things never change.”

“Mother”

“My friend and I had a cat we called Mother.”

“Dead Reckoning”

“We are driving the Middle West, lost / as Oklahoma or Kansas slowly spins / into darkness.”

“Port of Havana”

“in the distance / a boat heads off to carve / into the navel of the sky”

“Wallpaper Poem”

“If to dust we return / And we do / Why spend a minute / Choosing wallpaper.”

“Bull’s-Eye”

“Along the Pojoaque, cottonwoods form a swerving river of gold.”