Younger Poets
Autumn 1941
Fable for Easter 1941
He was the last man freeThe rest were spiesHe knew it by their handsTheir lips their eyes And knew they watched him closeAll day all nightHis life a prime conjectureIn […]
Poetry
Winter 1958
At the Beach
The children and I played At the green edge of land The ocean was of jade They buried me in sand They buried me in sand And I became their […]