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The Cape

               The Cape Consider what the cape desires.  It wants to see The clouds of birds that used to fly above It in their immemorial paths, sea And sea and sea beneath their search for love And nestlings.  Cape  Canaveral wants the white And white and white...

Backside Gas in that Jar Called Yale

Backside Gas in that Jar Called Yale One Harold Bloom says modern verse began In 1890—or about then.  That Is what one venerating friend claims.  Can That be?  Only an academic prat Could be so arrogant and blinkered.  I Say modern verse began at least as far Back...

Earl Grey in Old Imari Porcelain

Earl Grey in Old Imari Porcelain He could have stayed behind his desk.  He could Have signed stock-trading bonds.  He could have stayed Not writing symphonies.  Each night he would Have travelled home to comfort.  Hubert strayed. He could have travelled home each...

Death Defied in the British Library

Death Defied in the British Library I sit across from Wayne, but decades on And much improved.  Not only young again, But cuter nose, and lips more cushion drawn, More velvet-shaped—too lovely, these, to deign To pray or sing a Sabbath verse.  The hair Is lovely,...

Void

                    Void What gives the Easter Island statues worth? Their meaning is beyond us.  Since the faith That raised them died, is it their height, or girth, Or weight, or eeriness?  Each stony wraith Of that religion is so foreign to Us now that it is less...

Hollow Splendor

         Hollow Splendor The hollow Easter bunnies and hollow Metallic, glossy Easter eggs in foil Are brownly easy enough to swallow, Milk chocolate being what it is.  Smooth voile On tongue, as light and pleasant to the taste, They seem to be denials of the thing...