Poems

Elegy I know but will not tell you, Aunt Irene, why there are soap suds in the whiskey: Uncle Robert had to have A drink while […]

Nomenclature My mother never heard of Freud and she decided as a little girl that she would call her husband Dick no matter what his first […]

On a Seven-Day Diary Oh I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate and talked and went to sleep. […]

On Looking for Models The trees in time have something else to do besides their treeing. What is it. I’m a starving to death man myself, […]

Swing Shift Blues What is better than leaving a bar in the middle of the afternoon besides staying in it or not having gone into it […]

A Message to America You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, combative, stubborn, […]

After an Epigram of Clement Marot The lad I was I longer now Nor am nor shall be evermore. Spring’s lovely blossoms from my brow Have […]

All That’s Not Love . . . All that’s not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The […]

An Ode to Antares At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls his mate, […]

Antinous Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh patterned where the cool turf […]