Poetry
Summer 1994
Father and Son at Saint Benoit
After the vespers, when the monks sat scattered throughout the great basilica, head lowered, no matter what, how far afield their thoughts, indrawn, each sunk into himself, into silence, into […]
Poetry
Summer 1994
In Conclusion
Art shaped for nothing but your response, who recognize but transcend the forms you activate, in whom the secret seethes, sublime moments the landscape has or sea when touched by […]
Poetry
Summer 1994
Geraniums
Seeing them late in the day in the still brilliant light as though enshrined, looking at them from my table across the room in a window box or outside the […]
Poetry
Summer 1969
Into the Hinterland
Step back, step back into the hinterland. Palms are there, a hut where itinerants sleep on mats as man passing through has done since wandering forth began. Into the hinterland! […]
Poetry
Winter 1958
Dreams
We have, most of us, had some indication of a blissful existence in dreams—they can be called dreams only if every incident which follows its course in a manner that […]
Poetry
Winter 1958
The Old Canal at New Hope, Pa.
It is not just a wish, this craving. It is more as if one were demanding the only thing to which one is truly entitled: that which perhaps one was, […]