Poetry
Winter 1965
My Grandmother at the Library
Her life’s untempered still. In summer she’ll drop reserve and coolly telephone enemies she’s made to make it up. “Did you know Aristippus thought motion happiness?” She’ll slump and laugh, […]
Poetry
Spring 1964
Bones and Lavish
Und lassen dich, zu keinem ganz gehörend.—Rilke Five nights before we quit you caterwauled, "Take me!" then sank your hips and beat the air for air. The echo swells in […]