Poetry
Winter 1949
Old War Film
Is it here that this soldier fell,the grotesque legs in a wide sprawl, in the flat of the newsreel? Or yesterday in Italythat he clutched at the falling sky,in defenseless […]
Poetry
Winter 1949
Soldier Body, Jerusalem
This is nothing but ragtag and bobtail,bears no relation to him; those wide eyes,through which runs a river of emptiness, their human history do not reveal. For the tongue is […]
Poetry
Winter 1949
Where Unimaginably Bright
My least height flowers late with budsnot opened yet upon the sun;I feel them as late summer broods on barkswhich autumn winds have won. Am I not soil as well […]