Poetry
Summer 1950
Head of a Smiling Priest: Limestone, Egypt
I have the questions, if you incline to answer. The goat Dionysos, goat-hungry, who ate himself, Was he self-consumed or self-satisfied on your altar? Glutton or martyr drip reddling his […]
Poetry
Summer 1950
Ice Carnival
Sweet inarticulate wench, we have tricked you out as Lady, Clapped a crown on your boy and crossed the holiday banners. What if the Gemini turn, brothers-in-blood turned bloody? The […]
Poetry
Summer 1950
The Amateurs
It is over and we did fine. Aunt Nancy said so. The couplet ended, why stand in loin-cloths and albs? The last customer pokes for gloves in the shadow. The […]