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Boyhood Friends

Charles-Maurice Talleyrand-Périgord, Prince de Bénévent, Abbé de Saint-Denis at Reims, Vicar General to the Archbishop of Reims, Member of the Assembly of the Clergy, Agent General of the Clergy, Bishop of Autun, Depute to the States General (National Assembly),...

For Charles Randall Stanfield

For Charles Randall Stanfield The tall deciduous trees have not put out Their dew-struck, springy leaves.  Perhaps it’s wise Of these large limbs.  Perhaps they have a doubt Since winter keeps returning.  Let hopes rise Inside their tempered bark once April gives A...

Keats, Rimbaud, Verlaine

   Keats, Rimbaud, Verlaine Day after day I sit and write French verse Forms, villanelles and terzanelles.  At noon I leave the British Library.  “Much worse Existences,” I say, smugly, “are strewn Across the urban universe.”  Today I noticed from the bus Paul...

Pure Eve and the Serpent

  Pure Eve and the Serpent Not one of us is wholly human.  So They say.  They mean that we are part divine Or that we have angelic bits, or low Down stuff in us; we’re worse than stinking swine, Yak, yak, yak, blah, blah.  Blindly this ignores The obvious truth.  Of...