Christopher Yu

Charlottesville, 9:00 A.M.For once, snow; its drapery everywhere Like the pure wool of midnight, The thoughtless swooning of a shawl.On the porch outside my window Six sparrows breakfast on seeds. Their world gone white, their life Suddenly monastic and severe.No wind; yet their brown, terrestrial . . . . Continue Reading »

1. I start to dream I am waking and wake with a start from the dream.Shadows gather in the attic, in the hallways, bedrooms, walls:their smell, like gas, is everywhere. I start to dream I am waking . . .2. Night falls, then falls again as if drunk, as if slipping on icewhile clothed in leaves whose . . . . Continue Reading »