Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the absence of all other gestures
Seems to spell the opposite of insignificant.

I’ll compare Jew-love to Roman light,
stone palazzi in travellers’ perspectives
obelisks and domes,

A child pointed at the sky, made it his, 
and then he points at the one he loves 
and suddenly it’s his sky,

For asking, why is there something
Rather than nothing?
The schoolmaster sends the little punk

When you write something
you want it to live—
you have that obligation, to give it

The blind boy taped you and we clapped
starving beak after crumbs
hoarse with cancer and one breast

Well, Ford, people like us, we
Don't have to worry. We have the river
Coming up just here. Dancing came

These were your sighs,
your toss,
the listing yoke

This hill and the old house on it
are all we have. Two acres,
more or less—half crabby lawn,

Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration