January 1, 1960
Young Herbert
Young Herbert on his hill and I on mine Do not forget each other. What he thinks, I wonder. But he thinks. I know by now He takes so long […]
January 1, 1960
Let Me Listen
I cannot thank you, rain, enough. You would not hear me anyway. You have your noises—let me listen As the dark grass will all day. I am not grass, I […]
January 1, 1960
The Time to Come
Two young hearts in five old rooms But the first ever, being theirs: Experience, transplanted, blooms And with good weather wisely bears; And will be harvested some day; But that […]
April 1, 1953
Twelfth Night
The men take down the lights from the outdoor tree. On the garage roof wait the stubborn birds Because last week, though rather sparingly Some crumbs were shaken there, and […]
April 1, 1953
It Was Strange
That hen was always laying in the hay loft, And the old lady said she’d catch her at it yet. She went to the barn, stepping warily and soft, And […]
April 1, 1953
Song
There is a place in which the owl May sit in shadowed bliss, And lay his beak upon his ruff: He flies remembering this. There is a hollow where the […]
April 1, 1949
Not to Be (Mourir)
I will not utter a complaint, neither a cry The last song has fallen On the shapeless and dark country The narrow channels of loneliness Are recalling all my lost […]
April 1, 1949
Impossible Wish
Why did I witness such inhuman things? From crown to yoke, from king to slave, I watch the drama and I know his author. The creeping night preceded all my […]
April 1, 1949
To Be (Vivre)
We have each of us our hands to give If you took mine I would lead you far ahead I have lived several times and my features have changed After […]
January 1, 1949
Old War Film
Is it here that this soldier fell,the grotesque legs in a wide sprawl, in the flat of the newsreel? Or yesterday in Italythat he clutched at the falling sky,in defenseless […]
January 1, 1949
Soldier Body, Jerusalem
This is nothing but ragtag and bobtail,bears no relation to him; those wide eyes,through which runs a river of emptiness, their human history do not reveal. For the tongue is […]
January 1, 1949
Where Unimaginably Bright
My least height flowers late with budsnot opened yet upon the sun;I feel them as late summer broods on barkswhich autumn winds have won. Am I not soil as well […]