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The poem "Andante con Moto" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: This stands for what I cannot say, Last Line: short, still sentences.

The poem "Heaven Reassigned" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: I was taught to make the Sign of the Cross; Last Line: What's left must suffice. And we never die.

The poem "All Roads Lead to Kansas" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: That was his answer. It was his only; Last Line: His business done, his business just begun.

The poem "Just By Deciding It" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: If you were with me, I'd be thinking; Last Line: That's you in the ground dancing. That's me on the guitar.

The poem "For Barbara & Vincent" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: What matter that these maple branches decked; Last Line: As momentary as the light itself.

The poem "Late Reading" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: In a novel I'm reading some guy name Marvin wins; Last Line: And then we are singing. Together. A congregation.

The poem "Annunciation (Fra Angelico, Cell 3, Convent of San Marco, Florence)" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: She watches the attitudes of water; Last Line: she will tell her everything.

The poem "First Morning Light" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Through all the rain that year, summer was; Last Line: And be relaxed—but ready for anything.

The poem "Speaking in Tongues" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: He ran in cotton rows at War and Kings, Last Line: That night is all I ever think about.

The poem "The Broken Gull" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: First, disregard the shattered plume, the edge; Last Line: At the edge of your life: not quite broken, not fixed.

The poem "At John Brown's Grave" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: I am feeling so empty this May after three years the same thing; Last Line: As far as I know it was their one free night. They are buried here too.

The poem "The Borgo of the Holy Ghost" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: The earthly city affords its shrug-of-shoulder luster; Last Line: about this, you say, inscrutable, smiling.

The poem "The Shoulder Where It Belongs" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: A torch song slightly touches me; Last Line: and backwards.

The poem "Becoming Kansas" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: My friend says yes to this, yes to that, Last Line: And Kansas, which he will become, and me.

The poem "At the West Street Piers" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Something about what matters; Last Line: And the sure, descending night.

The poem "Roses" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: What men invented who invented the seasons; Last Line: The sky is a glass of water. We are that good.

The poem "Against Stevens" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Truth is I have not sentiments for sleep. Last Line: That makes me whole, your words me wise.

The poem "The Dead" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: They are so generous. They wait; Last Line: Is that you are and ever shall be. My mirror. My vocation.

The poem "Where I Would Not Go" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: What I haven't learned from movies my father; Last Line: Of no one exactly, of no body but mine.

The poem "What Comes Through Hearing" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Afternoon spent listening to Bach's Cello Suites; Last Line: For the next five minutes, and, perhaps, forever.

The poem "My Father's Son" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Today a northeast wind comes pushing down. Last Line: I wish I were a quiet man.

The poem "Just the Facts" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Sex captured me suddenly at thirteen: Last Line: Unfortunately, he didn't have it.

The poem "My Brother's Ghost" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Here where I labor; Last Line: Not imagined, not far.

The poem "Pieta (Michelangelo)" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: At first it may not seem so, but the form; Last Line: And bares him like a lamp against the dark.

The poem "Autumn Rhythm" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: I deny the accident. . . . The result is the thing. Last Line: a boulder of absence in the tangled air.

The poem "Gray and Green (Mark Rothko)" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Out of nowhere into nowhere nothing spreads, Last Line: Always away.

The poem "Apology (Willem de Kooning)" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: I like painting big women; Last Line: Held up by light held down by earth.

The poem "Creation (Rodin)" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Raise this, maestro: tons of ice, truckloads scraping below my window. Last Line: Lifted to the oyster light, your jewel at night's deep-shadowed throat.

The poem "Ici (Joan Mitchell)" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: The plane is on the floor. Last Line: Something happens.

The poem "What to Do What to Say" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Don't look at a mirror for several days. Last Line: Say this: It was all true. It was all true.

The poem "An Exercise for Lovers" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Think of one of those afternoons before; Last Line: Think of the swan as though it didn't care.

The poem "Blessing" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: He talked himself up woke to his own voice; Last Line: Let day stay behind its blind slat shadows.

The poem "The Goldberg Variations" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Baled in grave gray, this photo is three-quarters; Last Line: And splinter the world, ordinary, slow.

The poem "Brindisi" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Can't sing a drinking song today and so; Last Line: Can only sing today with Christ: I thirst.

The poem "Das Lied von der Erde" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: From nowhere caught, the song; Last Line: With no one left. Forever. No one left.

The poem "Nietzsche at Bayreuth: 1876" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: The summer closes with a cosmic fit, Last Line: From these hard chairs above the world's remains.

The poem "I Saw the World End" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: I dreamed of Schiller's head cascading down; Last Line: And every word is lit to show its teeth.

The poem "Our Lady of Abundance" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: No payoff at first. I swung my arms to dance. Last Line: A waste. He drove headfirst into his last closed door.

The poem "Broken" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Once I ran away into the night ten years; Last Line: Whispers me still whispers still whispers.

The poem "Mismaloya Bay" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Mistakes have made me. I wished them through. Last Line: The sky's bruised tit releases what it can.

The poem "Limelight" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: I am not what I am. I am radiant. Last Line: Held down by who we sing, by whom we're sung.

The poem "Obsessive" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Mozart made me want to play; Last Line: You? Have I done anything harder?

The poem "Diva" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: We sought a finer sound that could lift up; Last Line: We take this more seriously than we can say.

The poem "A.D." by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Newborn and starved for news, Theophilus; Last Line: And spread to a glowing blur on the horizon.

The poem "Easter in Belgrade, 1999" by Stephen McLeod is presented, First Line: Here the gathered hush; Last Line: The blood of Abel sings.

The poem "Logo" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: When the last word is; Last Line: lingers no dust sounds.

The poem "The Execution" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: That day you were playing in the dirt. You rolled; Last line: You knew it was true.

The poem "Of Being and Essence" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: Every human wants to say something always to each thing in the road; Last Line: When the snow is still full and holy in the strange light.

The poem "That Crazy Moon" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: I can't get enough of the moon. It's all over the place. Last Line: That's the moon for you. That crazy moon.

The poem "Donation" by Stephen McLeod is presented. First Line: I would make some small thing for you to hold in your hand. Last Line: That then you would not be afraid as your body goes its long way over.