Poetry
Spring 1946
Two Poems for France: Lancelot
From the French. Our century faces death. View forty-twoNow dim Montmartre has stilled her Negroes’ criesYoung love no longer like a furnace sighsWhat is this dream? Do I quite […]
Poetry
Spring 1946
Two Poems for France: Crusaders
From the French. Queen of the Courts of Love, uncertain reign Men dreamed of you when without any shade They died in the hot sand. Yours the crusade Éléanore, […]