Poetry
Winter 1991
Ragged Sonnets: LXXXI
The whales, we’re told, sing. And sing, as befits their size, immense sagas, vast patterns they can repeat or vary as they choose, and send to listeners seas away, deep […]
Poetry
Spring 1969
Nainital
This is the lake of Nainital, And this the sun glossing the water, And this the sound of risen voices From chestnut trees along the mall. The bells of the […]
Poetry
Autumn 1964
Either/Or
Those trees are black. That might be sinister, And is if it's the kingdom where the trees Are never black except as omens of Those gods that only sudden reversals […]