Poetry
Summer 1949
Funeral
Friend, you were my child My mother also Ages long past: The worm is dead in the shell The spark lit its ruin: Saw my reflection Stretching in crannies of […]
Poetry
Summer 1949
Lovers in a Park
The claw protective flung About her shoulders’ haven, Decrees nor you nor I shall touch His starveling heaven; Her stars low sockets hold, Thin lips her hollow, Pale tongue through […]