These Anemones, Their Song Is Made Up As They Float Along
In 1954, in June
I saw a total eclipse of the sun by the moon.
I saw the flowers fold up, the birds
Laurance Wieder
Poetry
Water is the Mother of Ice
Then love introduces the expensive dream
Of peace into this last report on the future
Of the past, as the pen snaps
The Seismographic Ear
The reason that I choose this flat
Prosey tone is that I know the truth
Will not be found in elaborate fountains