Poetry
Winter 1963
Two Poems: Variations on a Theme of Housman
They nod and curtsey and recover when the wind, when the wind blows: tall crowds of nettles not unloved by those who know graveyards, half an eye on heaven they […]
Poetry
Winter 1963
Two Poems: Blue Days in February
This landscape which I study longest is what most defies eyesight, where what seemed true dissolves into a lucid line of blue, and by perpetual metamorphosis where a wood was […]