A Poem
Spring 1986
Shrubs Burned Away
What then are the situations, from the representation of which, though accurate, no poetical enjoyment can be derived? They are those in which the suffering finds no vent in action; […]
Nonfiction
Autumn 1983
Poetry and Ambition
1. I see no reason to spend your life writing poems unless your goal is to write great poems. An ambitious project—but sensible, I think. And it seems to me […]
Poetry
Summer 1958
Christmas Eve in Whitneyville, 1955
to my father December, and the closing of the year; The momentary carolers complete Their Christmas Eves, and quickly disappear Into their houses on each lighted street. Each car is […]