For Allen Ginsberg
Ginsberg, Ginsberg, burning bright,
Taunter of the ultra right,
What blink of the Buddha’s eye . . .
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For My Contemporaries
How time reverses
The proud in heart!
I now make verses . . .
For My Daughter
Looking into my daughter’s eyes I read
Beneath the innocence of morning flesh
Concealed, hintings of death she does not heed. . . .
Fortuna
The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
And the frost falls and the rain:
A weary heart went thankful to rest, . . .
Friendship After Love
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its own fires, . . .
Full Moon
My bands of silk and miniver
Momently grew heavier;
The black gauze was beggarly thin; . . .
