Poetry
Spring 1949
The Song of the Two Snails Who Go to a Burial
Away to a dead leaf’s burial Two snails set off one day In their shells all painted black And crepe wound round their horns They start out through the dark […]
Poetry
Spring 1949
As Though It Were a Miracle
As though it were a miracle Oranges on the branches of an orange-tree As though it were a miracle A man approaching As though it were a miracle putting One […]