Poetry
Summer 1965
Elegy and Reflection
On the return of Yeats’s body to Ireland Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by. I By Ireland’s rubbly palace that strait sea Often instructed […]
Poetry
Summer 1965
England, 1920: The Auden Circle
To those young men in the shadow of machines Steel more exciting than cathedrals loomed; Battersea’s four gaunt towers in their dreams fumed And overhead screaked the black dock crane […]