A Nude by Edward Hopper ...this body is home, my childhood is buried here, my sleep rises and sets inside, desire crested and wore itself thin betwee… - Lisel Mueller

Happy and Unhappy Families II
In the play, we know what must happen
long before it happens,
and we call it a tragedy.
Here at home, this winter,
we have no name for it.

The Blind Leading the Blind
Take my hand. There are two of us in this cave.
The sound you hear is water; you will hear it forever.
...You will learn toads from diamonds, the fist from the palm,
love from the sweat of love, falling from flying.
...Once I fell off a precipice. Once I found gold.
...There are two of us here. Touch me.

Monet Refuses the Operation
Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
...it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of... lamps as angels,
to soften... blur and finally banish
the edges...
to learn that... the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
...apart, the same state of being.
Fifty-four years before I could see
Rouen cathedral... built
of... shafts of sun
and now you want...
...youthful errors: fixed
notions of top and bottom,
...wisteria separate
from the bridge...
Houses of Parliament [that do not] dissolve
...to become
the fluid dream of the Thames?
I will not return to a universe
of objects that don’t know each other,
...The world
is flux, and light becomes what it touches,
...so quickly...
it would take...
...my brush to catch it.
To paint the speed of light!
...shapes, these ...
burn to...
change our bones...
to gases.
how heaven pulls earth...
to claim this world, blue vapor without end.