Poetry
Summer 1955
Norwottock
All these green mornings Over Emily’s TV And the neon tower of the oil company And the towering poplar tree The mountain Norwottock raises– But not for Amherst to see– […]
Poetry
Summer 1955
The Circular Track
My shadow frowns a hole In electric enlightenment Firing in my reflection A brilliant laughter at the source of speed. The train doubles roaring In recurrent raillery, Shrieks at ironic […]
Poetry
Summer 1955
The Mantis (To a Vegetarian, Pacifist, Mystic)
(To a vegetarian, pacifist, mystic) Bug eating bush, bird eating bug, beast eating bird Have turned Bill’s belly from beef to chervil and curd; Chumping chard and chicle and chutney […]
Poetry
Summer 1955
Asylum
“I said, ‘You’re right!’ At last they’ve found The perfect place for Ezra Pound. I wish they’d put him there long since! And yet I don’t hate what he prints. […]