Poetry
Summer 1957
Dark and Glare
Maternal, impartial, night shields the child, old thief, the priest, the penitent, the clutched love that is brief. Night masks her children, locking in the saint and sinner; all, all […]
Poetry
Summer 1957
In the First House
In the first house (still it is painted white) petty thieves were locked up in small cells: rooms; food and diners left alone; silenced, a Testament to be read; forbidden, […]
Poetry
Summer 1957
Party Line
As one of the curious gatherers drawn to the death scene in a city street, I was held to the spot, safe behind the curtain of miles,yet listening there at […]