New Verse by Five Poets
Winter 1944
The Weed
My sister loved milkweed, flower and plant, Bland-toned, upsprung. The odd dim smell, Faint fuchsia drench of color coated white In the brown weed-clusters. Sister, I can’t Find you on […]
New Verse by Five Poets
Winter 1944
Remote Design
Nothing lives in the circle but the red cape, red, red, red, the cape with fluted edges turning on the axis of a still body, a dream torso. In the […]
New Verse by Five Poets
Winter 1944
Lullaby (for music)
Hush new child, how Give you good love? (You now so new.) How be gentle now Unless in love, the stress Inward from wide tenderness Turns, like a pure wave, […]
New Verse by Five Poets
Winter 1944
Problem Evil into Cocoon
Are monsters all big? I connive on a twig, Head to heel, head to heel, Aloof in chenille. Arrogant worm, is my name, Ugly worm, they exclaim. I warp to […]
Poetry
Winter 1942
No Abstraction
My hair is old. The startle of it! Slant over my eyes in a river of air. And I see here, ah, this my hair. Oh, fright this,—still blowing and […]
Poetry
Winter 1942
On Darkness, on Evil, on Night, Etc.
Let those of poor energy Fear night. Not I. Night does so unmake me Into purity of disparate parts, where I lie Sleeping my wrong dreams my Bad fears that […]