Pasture and Flock: New and Selected Poems

There are some poets you travel the routes of so often you could feel your way in the dark, that turn, that corner, and then the plummet towards the end. What does it give you, after all, to meet in person in a room? A thought the dog doesn't share, when, having known the followed route, the stored scent, an affair of the air, here is the other dog! Incarnate! Guessed and host! 'Poets know words, know routes, know ghosts' Uneasy nights out with dead Russian poets, dalliances with German gasfitte