Poetry
Summer 1959
Christmas at Ulm
A year ago a German winter took me in. Now in the green room the plates and pictures Darken, the lamp suffers some other cold To summon in its place […]
Poetry
Summer 1959
La Victoire de Samothrace
Who shall mount these steps and stone by stone Confront her turning in the wide light And shadows of infinite spaces? She is a bloodless column. Reason Persuades her that […]
