Poetry
Winter 1960
What the Cocks Knew
They came out with cocks crowing and crows too And looked on the fields of town, finding them Not to their liking and light blinding them Like the dying in […]
Poetry
Winter 1960
Boy Asleep
Nudge me to sleep: I cross the beds in rows Where nothing grows, and between head and foot I travel with the wind, then stick like soot. And in a […]