Younger Poets
Autumn 1941
For My Twenty-Fifth Birthday, 1941
So sleep undoes itself and I arriveAwake to morning and to twenty-five.Outside the ramblers climb their strings toward summer,The finished lilacs tumble, and from somewhereThe whistles call the seven o’clocks […]
Poetry
Autumn 1952
Carlo Crivelli Muses before a Madonna
I. "Impiety!" they scream. Impiety! Because I sent a fly to shine beside her! Was it not God that made the fly a jewel? What would they have me paint […]