something Robert Lowell’s way


rumors of war one-half the world away sonnant dullness
they smart-bomb no more carpeting thanks to you and even
drop butter by parachute that was a day with a mild earthquake
and a mega-movie and only at the end you reading “For the Union Dead”


etc. looking like Jack Lemmon as Buck Henry handsome
young the world a casting-bowl that grew up just as you did
there is violence of metaphor to suit you precision of feeling
and something to remind you of Technicolor cinematography