Poetry
Autumn 1957
Scene
Tentative on the sunny hill three men of mist gaze down the valley. Blue-robed, they come from the blue sky: their heads contain unyielding wisdom. Comets, planets, the vehement stars,all […]
Poetry
Autumn 1957
Etude
There are no peacocks in my house, the peacocks stride on the lawns; there are no swans in my strong house, the lake is clouded with swans. But dreams of […]
Poetry
Autumn 1957
The Last Days
Par les champs de lauriers-roses dans un temps d'orage au bruit confus des tambourins I set up my menage in a still grove of beeches, where winds mask their tragedies beneath […]