Poetry
Autumn/ September 1966
A Bravery
For Vassar Miller A kitchen table: onIts white enameled faceA black bug seemed to leapThe distance from a knife To a companion fork.And stopped, exactly as ifTwo inches were a […]
Poetry
Autumn 1964
Ditty
The very dead of night: no noise Mounts from the avenue; no smoke Uncoils to an unspotted snake Rubbing black skin against the skies. What act of violence prepares Emergence […]