Poetry
Spring 1954
A Monument for Norfleet
(for HN.T., dead in the Saar, February, 1945) 1. There was uncommon stillness where he died, In a clean winter forest out of view And almost out of sound of […]
Poetry
Spring 1950
The Flower¹
Foweles in the frith, The fisses in the flod, And i mon waxe wod. Mulch sorwe I walke with for beste of bon and blod. It seemed that summer issued […]
Poetry
Spring 1950
The Poet at Nightfall Surveys His Dominion
It is the simple change of sleep and morning Keeps the small birds raucous beyond reason; Keeps the sparrow nervously in air Hungry, and quick to fear Trespass of any […]
Poetry
Summer 1980
From Changes
The House Is Empty Among the first small perfections of the spring, Each flower still hardly a new knot on the limb, The people of Ugarit in Canaan, both men […]