Walt Whitman: Come Up from the Fields Father
Open the envelope quickly,
O this is not our son’s writing, yet his name is sign’d,
O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother’s soul!
October 21, 2022 · 1 Comment
Lewis Turco: Dirge in a Minor Key
Willow, willow, Weep for me Buried beneath The blood-root tree, Socket clogged By digging root, Nostril pierced By seedling shoot, Rock, miasmas In my breast — Willow, will you Guard … Continue reading
November 18, 2014 · Leave a comment
