Poetry
Winter 1958
After a Painting by M. Vanka: The Yugoslav Artist
First there is a table, a wooden table. On the table is a little heap of sand. On one side of this little heap of sand Are lead soldiers and […]
Poetry
Winter 1958
[Let Us Hold the Light of Reason]
“Let us hold the light of reason To these emotional aberrations.” While she who is loved by Hamlet Will gather rosemary, rue, pansies— That’s for thought—and columbine. They should have […]
Poetry
Winter 1958
[If Anyone Could Tame a Unicorn]
If anyone could tame a unicorn You could. Some would not Call it taming where each stays wild; Refusal to encroach upon His private flight Some would call failure. You […]