The Outcast - by
And from above
One curse be hurled
With scorn, with love
Affront the world…
the soul
The Blue Boat - by
How late the daylight edges
/ toward the northern night
/ as though journeying
/ in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell
/
/ with, slung from its…
To the Eye Surgeon - by
‘my eyes have seen what my hand did’
/ — Robert Lowell
/
/ No matter what we say, we still believe
/ the soul is here,…