For Katie On Her Eighteenth Birthday - by
O little daughter of delight / and grave and lovely growing girl / Years after year you see the white…
youth
Tools of the Trade - by
New doctors will be empowered by poems
/ in the pockets of their metaphorical white coats.
/ There at the ready:
/ on early, sweaty,…
Trio - by
Orphean sprig! Melting baby! Warm chihuahua!
The vale of tears is powerless before you.
Whether Christ is born, or is not born, you
put paid to fate, it abdicates
under the Christmas lights.
Youth - by
On the boulevards of the Opéra
/ where the girls pace up and down
/ turning this way, and turning that
/ their svelte and lovely…
Second Lives - by
Leaves turn sere and there are bings
/ from networks stretching in through the window:
/ you could tiptoe now among the stubby thumbs…
Veredas de Buenos Aires - by
De este texto nació un tango,
/ Con música de Edgardo Cantón
/
/ De pibes la llamamos la vedera
/ y a ella le gustó que…
The Season of Youth - by
(Ecclesiastes, ix. 7, 9 ; xi 9.)
/
/ Rejoice, mortal man, in the noon of thy prime!
/ Ere thy brow shall…
Nuair a bha sinn òg - by
Nuair a bha sinn òg bhiodh uisge ann,
/ is sinn a’ bualadh chlachan air na pòlaichean
/ telegraf gun stad.
/
/ Bhiodh aon each ’na…
To the Generation Knocking at the Door - by
Break — break it open; let the knocker rust:
/ Consider no ‘Shalt not,’ nor no man’s ‘must’;
/ And, being entered, promptly take…