Poetry
Winter 1949
But Choose
Judgment and cash and health and faith in God go wrong. Venus the queen of love and lovely Mrs. Adams age, Of which men weary. Water gets in behind the […]
Poetry
Winter 1949
From Brooklyn
I came there the first time late at night byLoud subway, wet streets, long stairs to a room Hung for all I knew in nowhere, in Brooklyn, Walled with black […]