Poetry
Autumn/ November 1967
Quarrel
to Rafael Menaez Translated from the Spanish In the middle of the canyon the switchblade knives of Albacete, prettied with a foeman’s blood, scatter and shine like little fish. A […]
Poetry
Spring 1939
The Interrupted Concert
From the Spanish. The sleepy frozen caldronOf the half moonBroke the harmonyOf the deep night. The ditches, musty with sedge,Protest in silence,And the frogs, muezzins of shadow,Keep very still. […]
Poetry
Spring 1939
Walking Asleep
From the Spanish. Green as I would have you be,Green wind. Green boughs.The boat on the sea,And the horse on the mountain.With shadow at her waist,She dreams at the […]