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… we know they’re among us.      3. It’s the acorns she comes for, there being nothing to eat      in the woods, … the pastoral herders      of ancient highlands, who accompanied us, who helped us, and who from a distance seem …

… as the revelatory Uncollected Poems ; in so doing, he has become Rilke’s best and most important ambassador to American … Emerson’s “transparent eyeball,” taking everything in, but also like the statues of Rilke’s mentor Rodin, which seem to … hopes to reveal in his poems. In Snow’s hands, Rilke becomes clear as glass—as if the poems could be windows …

… then, to their horror, he told them. He had temporarily become another person. An insufferable person, he later … friends, not since college. But still … When your ex-wife dies—when she is decapitated —wouldn’t someone do the … him—a boxy suitcase about the length and width of a briefcase but much deeper. Inside was a variety of cleaning …

… dance pattern that allows no deviation from the rules—I, becoming the mother and she, in some fashion, reverting to the … very firm until my son runs into the kitchen, until my son points to him in astonishment and then, we all troop to the … “An orange one. Don’t you remember how I cried when he died?” “No,” she says stubbornly. “You never had a cat. And …

… or other monsters of wind touching down and scooping up animals and precious clay and barns, anything that wasn’t nailed … to last, even if the buildings couldn’t be budged with a locomotive. Pewter and gray; polished potbelly; base of an old … mile of mesquite. All of it continues and persists and then dies. This in a color-starved part of the world. Maybe …