Poems by Jean Valentine
Elegy For Jane Kenyon
... how it's like Emily Dickinson'sBut Don says No ...
Dream Barker
... To one side In a dish of ice was a shell shaped like a sand-dollar ...
Late
... "Those doves" ...
To Plath, To Sexton
... crashed through your house,what use then ...
Sanctuary
... life. Yes I know: the thread you have to keep finding, over again, to ...
Half an Hour
... struck white together half an hour we tear ...
“Actuarial File”
... Someday, we will be able to take it in, that violence, hold it in our ...
Mother and Child, Body and Soul
... your hair the hue of rain-drenched bark, your voice: ...
The Knife
... there will be the little thrown-out globe of blood we left ...
The Rose
... come rest again on the country porch of my knees ...
The River at Wolf
... God filled me with himself, like gold, inside, ...
In Prison
... In prison without being accused ...
