Poetry
Autumn 1959
A Winter’s World
A jag of white leans downward; sudden ascentsSlant upward; fells and plains Extend for snowy leagues, where bird nor beastEndure the silence; a zero of fall And spring is equally […]
Poetry
Autumn 1959
The Spent Substance
1. Rimbaud wrote a book and suffered to write it, Paced quickly in his room like something pent, Time pacing out—and when nobody read it, He burst his cage, this […]
Poetry
Spring 1958
The Candy-Man’s Art Is the Sweetest Art I Know
The candy-man’s art is the sweetest art I know, Unless the fireworks-man can master him, Whose dazed confections swirl in the sky with a glow Of starry sugar, milk, and […]