The dead man who lay there was two thousand years old. A few hours earlier he had been brought out…
“… I sang in my chains like the sea” I knew the world globedbut like the Hebrew children before me,thought…
For mothers are the first educators, the first mentors; and truly it is the mothers who determine the happiness, the…
nestledin my handa birdwaits; its feathersare red and bluetinged with whiteand I pull themfrom its wingsone by one; they slide…
In the starladen night of the Gila Wildernessin the mountains of of New MexicoI saw my own death creep spiderlikeand…
for NaVirginia Rebecca Southall Hatcher (1867 1951) If I hold my breathtill I get to the cornerand step on each…
Poor Hera diminished by a verdictfrom the unknown shepherd boy,sought vengeancethe devastation of Priam’s house,of Hector whom we all loved,of…
More of a change than any loss of virginity. Fear gone like an operation. Hemingway at 63he matter-of-factlyslid his big…
In the white tiledsubways of Madridremnants of the Guerra Civil,bare trunks of men,dwell like baroque statuarybartering their looksfor my pesetas.…
for Albert S. Hatcher (1904-1980) 1 years tumble nowlike water loosedfrom damsof sticks and mudin forest creekbedsthat cradledfrail dreams; these…