Poetry
Spring 1945
American Child — II
1 She is a little continent complete With two blue lakes where every object drowns, Two proud peninsulas of legs and feet, A plain of face filled with familiar towns, […]
Verse More and Less Topical
Spring 1944
Cuban Voyage
A young man growing old, an old man aging, Walked the white snow-smelling road. You cried: “No more to feel that snarling sadness grab Body and mind as a dog […]