Poetry
Autumn 1963
A Family Celebration
A sly laugh dogs my fancy: grandfather, the old wag, tales off again; the children clamor and glide in bushy shadow; green grass grows all around all around under the […]
Poetry
Spring 1960
Party Game
“I love your hair that way,” she said. We sought through rooms for something warm enough. We tested miles of bed, lay on an open moor that spread beyond fourposters […]
Poetry
Spring 1960
Tune for a Wire Menagerie
By the nanny fire, nigh a hundred, grandma rides her rocking chair and reins her eyes among the flames to seems to be and ne’er has been or might have […]