Poetry
Winter 1958
Sang My Name
When the beautiful beast called to me from the willows, sang my name, I wouldn’t believe. My brain tabbed it an old refrain beneath my pillow, dutifully objective, walled and […]
Poetry
Winter 1958
Tiger Watch
As a tiger stirs in all his cool ambitions We have reason to envy and seek the animal. As the blood paws of the active man strike down We are […]
Poetry
Winter 1958
Diamonds in Summery Cities
That all might break to rainbows and a blaze, For eyes made soft—such city daffodils― Flounced and parading, these girls twist parasols Over the sidewalks; girls whose laughter lies Not […]
Poetry
Winter 1958
Angels Who Have Suffered the First Forlornment
Angels who have suffered the first forlornment, who now Lifts up your saddened wings to send you soaring? O how the mountains thrust up high beyond you, And how the […]