Three Poems
Autumn 1940
The Widow
“The earth out of stone, the rose out of earth, Are strange things,” she suddenly said; “A rose in bloom is a strange thing.” “There are stranger things than that, […]
Three Poems
Autumn 1940
A Reason for Writing
No word that is not flesh, he said, Can hold my wavering ear; but when The golden physical flesh is dear, I dance in a glory like your glory With […]
Three Poems
Autumn 1940
Two of a Kind
The personal man looked up and said, “This moon revolves for me.” The general man looked up and said, “Once in this dust I’m free.” The personal man and the […]
Poetry
Winter 1940
The Paradox in the Circle
Escapist’s Song “The first woman I loved,” he said— “Her skin was satin and gold.” “The next woman I loved,” he said— “Her skin was satin and gold.” “The third […]