I am a pushover for this and the Cynara poem. Several years ago I read all of his poetry, as collected in a volume in the early '60s, and didn't find much that's in the class with those two, but some very worthwhile. There's one called "The Nuns of Perpetual Adoration" which makes me think he agreed with me that "perpetual adoration" is a very beautiful phrase. It appears pretty early in the book so maybe preceded his conversion.
That picture now strikes me as resembling someone I knew a long time ago, also a poet who pretty much drank himself to death.
I am a pushover for this and the Cynara poem. Several years ago I read all of his poetry, as collected in a volume in the early '60s, and didn't find much that's in the class with those two, but some very worthwhile. There's one called "The Nuns of Perpetual Adoration" which makes me think he agreed with me that "perpetual adoration" is a very beautiful phrase. It appears pretty early in the book so maybe preceded his conversion.
That picture now strikes me as resembling someone I knew a long time ago, also a poet who pretty much drank himself to death.
How marvelously succinct.
It almost makes the pain oblique.
How beautifully sad.