Work in Progress
Winter 1952
This Is a Man I Know, You Know Him Too
This adult-infant with a noted name Slipping through his strictured consciousness, Living only for desperate endocrines, Today a personality of fame, He passes entire months without going out To smell […]
Work in Progress
Winter 1952
Looking Down on Connecticut From a Mile Up
Below me the broken ribs of Connecticut Wallow in the bed of Lake Saltonstall, The vast sea-stubble of antiquity. Summer is over, the trees rust, it is Fall. Below me […]
Work in Progress
Winter 1952
I Maintain, I Insist…
I have never (in my recollection) been ableTo write down more than a fragment of the truth. My mind is a mule team kicking in a stable; My ego occasionally […]
Work in Progress
Winter 1952
There Was a Battle—Bougainville—1944
Eternal beaches, Stradivarii Of isolation from tempestuous waves Ever present while the moment craves Something abrupt, something definitive, Cross the waste of water instantly To where palms mingle with infinity […]
Work in Progress
Winter 1952
These Were the Thoughts He Had Before He Slept
There is no need of writing more tonight. The philosophic stone has been evoked Enough today; please let the fingers rest. One part of you sends easy words across To […]