Chapters in this book

1. Front Matter i
2. Contents vii
3. Lifestones
4. We have forgot our gods 3
5. Bach could hear the crickets 4
6. Do we pulse so strange 5
7. It occurred to me 6
8. I am unlike nothing 7
9. Somewhere beneath this dirt 8
10. And we ought to consider 10
11. All these gods that leak into the muscles 11
12. The earth, the mountains move 12
13. What else? 13
14. What words there are 14
15. But all in all 15
16. What if what is to be has passed 16
17. I am not a plotter of would’ves 17
18. Where are the dead 18
19. The moth floundered 20
20. The ruined wall 21
21. Local Transits
22. Self Portrait 25
23. I am not sure if I am no one 26
24. Having thumbs 27
25. Because everything 28
26. I have sat upon café walls 29
27. And what more can I give 30
28. What a lush world 31
29. Having shut the door on my extended facts 32
30. I’ve hollowed out these lines 33
31. And with these tools 34
32. It is so. The devil … 35
33. I have kept, today, to myself 36
34. I know my death 37
35. Let’s not bake bricks 38
36. I would rather somewhere I never 39
37. I am dark for — 40
38. Even though I have done my best 41
39. Atolls
40. This morning in my posture’s stick 45
41. Ode to Ghosts (7th cranial muscle) 46
42. Icebergs 47
43. I don’t understand how the father 48
44. You might think it were made by the blackbirds 49
45. Fragment (1-3) 50
46. Fragment 4 51
47. On a photograph of yr face 52
48. I scoff and offend 53
49. The quick orchids my hopes is 54
50. Local Transits II
51. Not the falling stars of headlights 57
52. Easy to forget 58
53. All these ordeals of hips 59
54. Once my lover’d angel-tipped 60
55. And what of it 61
56. Not marble nor stained glass 62
57. They are just phantoms 63
58. The night may change us 65