Poetry
Autumn 1960
On the Beach at Noon
Reading the Iliad on the beach as Whitman recommended Blending land, sea, air in splendidly cantilevered lines, pivoted On a spit of sand, taking fire from the everlasting sun overhead […]
Poetry
Summer 1958
Olympic
The man like a Greek statue throwing a discus Neither thinks of the world as turning nor feels His arm fall in a slowly descending arc As the sun will […]