On those days his name is called he hungers for [...]

Today I wrote me last Vietnam poem, fifteen years after the fact. [...]

Gottdammit, gentlemen, the old Nazi swore in a nightmare accent, [...]

I haven’t been here long enough. That’s what’s wrong with [...]

for Stephen Spender   All that’s left is thunder now [...]

Phillip, my little brother: in the photograph of my homecoming [...]

I.   Slugs from a twenty-two pump shattered the snow. [...]

There is an old man who has done his work, [...]

Some night they didn’t know where they were and didn’t [...]