Poetry
Spring 1959
The Myopic Musician
Unless the apple show teeth-marks, or the vase The smudge of a half-patched crack where somebody once, By temper, accident, or perverse design, Placed some impression of himself, still-lifes Don’t […]
Poetry
Spring 1959
The After-Dream
E quando ella fosse alquanto propinqua al salutare, uno spirito d’Amore, distruggendo tutti gli altri spiriti sensitivi, pingea fuori i deboletti spiriti del viso, e dicca loro: “Andate ad onorare […]