from A Birthday Poem for Jim (and James) Alexander (1959):
I can't describe good
But once tried to in a poem about a starfish
Or your watery eyes
Seeing nothing but what they told you.
Poetry seeks occasion. In a man's life
There is May, June, December, birthdays, nothing else really matters.
(I don't understand why I omitted October. Poetry seeks occasions.
In a man's life
There are birthdays.)
You have hours
There are
To use them. Choose your
Cake.
from within the same collection, a couple passages from "Imaginary Elegies V":
Another wrong turning
Another five years.
But the birds are real
not only in feeding. I think
Their wings. Glittering in the black ab / sense.
from Helen: A Revision (1960):
Nothing is known about Helen but her voice
Strange glittering sparks
Lighting no fires but what is reechoed
Rechorded, set on the icy sea.
I can't describe good
But once tried to in a poem about a starfish
Or your watery eyes
Seeing nothing but what they told you.
*
Poetry seeks occasion. In a man's life
There is May, June, December, birthdays, nothing else really matters.
(I don't understand why I omitted October. Poetry seeks occasions.
In a man's life
There are birthdays.)
*
You have hours
There are
To use them. Choose your
Cake.
from within the same collection, a couple passages from "Imaginary Elegies V":
Another wrong turning
Another five years.
*
But the birds are real
not only in feeding. I think
Their wings. Glittering in the black ab / sense.
from Helen: A Revision (1960):
Nothing is known about Helen but her voice
Strange glittering sparks
Lighting no fires but what is reechoed
Rechorded, set on the icy sea.
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