Poetry
Autumn 1964
My Uncle
I think of forests palaces and swans and Chinese painted scrolls and figured silk, breakfasts of wine-and-tapioca soup, of limericks and psalms, jade rings and beer, of mad King Ludwig […]
Poetry
Autumn 1964
Old Hemingway
Looking at last from his purgatorio and what imagined growing out of the mind's mist and the alcohol: a stony hillside and asphodel waving its strengthless heads above dry grasshoppers […]
Poetry
Winter 1964
Late Alone
Once more, my dear, I keep the solitaire: the glass, cigarette, memory of elsewhere blear my wake-hours that I grin at as I pass. I wish you were here. All […]
Poetry
Winter 1964
Lord Bountiful’s Raid
They flew very high, and over the target unloaded their cargo, so that the North China sky on that bright noon positively exploded an assault of goodies, dropping from on […]
Poetry
Winter 1964
Begin Autumn Here
Unbuild the form of heat upon the scattered and displayed shapes of slate water. Here the half sunken stone sharpens its mirror to cold silence; pines wait wind's collapse to […]
Poetry
Summer 1959
Andritsaina Revisited
The bus driver from Megalopolis had washed his arms in wine, Karytaina castle dropped from sight behind his elbow, and we saw Arcadia, eager to set up as new the […]
Poetry
Summer 1959
Poussin’s World: Two Paintings
Here a young woman with no clothes on, mild, marmoreal, hairless, handsome, dignified, decants into an equally undressed child (too young to walk, yet soon to be pie-eyed) splashed wine. […]
Poetry
Spring 1955
Loutsa Beach (On the Coast near Marathon)
Here, where the pillion riders with their bucks sprawl in the pineshade, and the oleanders grow red on the ruins of a house, and boys in trucks ride from the […]
Poetry
Spring 1955
Waiting for the Barbarians
From the Greek. Why are we all assembled and waiting in the market place? It is the barbarians; they will be here today. Why is there nothing being done […]