O’ the morning hues,be my beau, for some hours, let me be youopen up your green arms, spread for…
The library book I need — but have no discipline to read — the good intentionsI writein rows of rubbed-out…
Somewhere down these avenues of dereliction, straddling the moon and new york city, the…
An occasion ago my friend became a stranger.I vaguely remember the damp cloudy…