I keep meaning to remember     not to get behind the wheel     for a broadcast of All Things     Considered, and I...

Mes anciens      I sit here in a shelter       behind the words     Of what I'm writing,       looking out as if   ...

I see you in the morning and I see you in the evening. That doesn't stop the other things. The shorebirds and the shellfish make ...

          This is nevertheless an autobiography that celebrates     an extraordinary confidence in self-deter...

  There are the local orchard boughs   With apples - August boughs - their unspilled spines   Inter-wrenched and flocking with gol...

  There were no hammocks,   the lavatories and show-   ers had been boarded up   with boards the salt had   turned pink, there was...

      Rehearsing The Eumenides    in our cursing schoolboy    threnodies    and groans,    the liberal education    wrought a c...

The war had ended. He was eighteen. The shock was stupendous.. No one had warned him he might after all find him- s...