Poetry
Summer 1940
Latter Judgment
The edge on things will make him blind, Tooth of the dog in the bare lane Or the acid fruit imperil his mind, Cataracts falling across no pain. There are […]
Poetry
Summer 1940
Quarter Day
Again my harvest is none of those fruits that I sawIn the eye of April and now when the moon comes downI cannot pay my tithe again for although Love […]
Poetry
Summer 1940
Uneasy Time
Small creatures of the mind No longer flourish or die To the old measure the old kind Hesitations of the eye. Particles of dead thoughtStir all day now and findNo […]