Poetry
Summer 1959
Of the Son, of the Father
When my father shaking his dusty locks And whistling through the bars of his white moustache (That used to menace with its black regal leaves) Tumbled with me down to […]
Poetry
Summer 1959
Commencement Picture: Kenyon College
All the boys in black, for the funeral Of their youth; bare-headed and irreverent In robes, they wince and stare in unbelief At the tactless camera under the oaks, blush […]