Poetry Unearths from among the speechless dead Lazarus mystified, common man Of death. The lily rears its gouged face From the provided loam.
"History as Poetry" (1968)
She kept the siege. And every day We watched her brooding over death Like a strong bird above its prey. The room filled with the kettle's breath. Damp curtains glued against the pane Sealed time away. Her body froze As if to freeze us all, and chain Creation to a stunned repose.
"In Memory of Jane Fraser" (1959)
I love my work and my children. God Is distant, difficult. Things happen. Too near the ancient troughs of blood Innocence is no earthly weapon.
