Poetry
Spring 1965
“Such an Adam as He Is in the Motions”
The south dreamed me that day I climbed, in cloud, to a summer spun of leaves where leaves spread lakes around the boles of trees and shine back to the […]
Poetry
Spring 1965
A Scene
How much time has passed. The great root Has spilled the wall. The children put on years and went to look for fruit. Against earth late flowers are pressed. The […]
Poetry
Winter 1961
Ritual
Time like a wall of water hangs overThe girl drifted to the grass in the spring night.The boy there lost beside perceives as hersThe thistle glance of stars, stroke of […]
Poetry
Winter 1961
Semele
“Alive today: of course. That whole story’s Ridiculous. Oh, yes, I dazzled him; I fancy I wasn’t the ugliest around. And I was bored. But I never let him touch […]