Poems by Mark Strand
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My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer
... 2 Soon the house, with its shades drawn closed, will send ...
Futility in Key West
... her feet the melancholy garden will turn bright green and the breezes will be light as babies&rsquo ...
In Celebration
... so you wait, you stare and you wait, and the dust settles ...
My Life
... to a depth she does not know is there ...
Orpheus Alone
... And stones, weightless for once, came and set themselves there, ...
The Idea
... ” And there appeared , with its windows glowing, small, ...
No Words Can Describe It
... e waking mother, opening her eyes, wishes more than anything to be unwakened by what she cannot name ...
The Prediction
... a man in her room writing a poem, the moon drifting into it, ...
The Minister of Culture Gets His Wish
... s on his bed and tries to think of nothing, but nothing hap-pens or, more precisely, does not happen ...
Mystery and Solitude in Topeka
... the same crime, the one that is his, that he will confess to again and again, until it means nothing ...
The End
... And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight, ...
The Garden
... in the white foliage of the chestnut tree, ...
The Mysterious Arrival of an Unusual Letter
... might, I began to think that maybe, just maybe, he was alive, living a secret life somewhere nearby ...
Two de Chiricos
... ent will remain,So, too, the oracle beyond the gate,And always the tower, the boat, the distant rain ...
The Untelling
... us, the youngest,got up and went to the other side of the lakeand stared at the men and women asleep ...
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