Poetry
Spring 1963
Epithalamion
For Ed and Mimi Koren Rooted, towering, tipped with a flicker of leaves, the elms stand in their April blossoming, whole in their power, yet spare, tentative yet in the […]
Poetry
Autumn/ November 1967
Orpheus
Between two lines of print a voice Is tearing. Newspaper ink spreads on the tips of my fingers. I pull toward me, making the fine sound. It is a falls, […]
Poetry
Autumn 1963
The Eye: From a Museum Bench
I rested in front of the umber and ocher Picasso unfocusing my eyes, till a rounded breast like a little crest of the sea came up before me and I […]
Poetry
Spring 1963
The Loop
What is the clue to all this ambage,the root and shuffle under the giddy flower? Is it the seasonal arrow coiled and swinging the fiery hips and haws of a […]
Poetry
Winter 1962
Florence: A Blackbird
This hill is one big Boboli green, Beneath the fidgeting hedge, Jack Daw Pinches a worm and gives a cackle; The plangent sunlight, Florentine, Dashes about us, you ask me, […]