Letter to a Young Bombmaker
“‘Now I am become Death, the destroyer ofworlds.’ I suppose we all thought that, oneway or another.”—J. Robert Oppenheimer, creator […]
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Single Man’s Song
after Al Purdy After he makes love to himself the not quite middle aged single man listens to his sigh
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What We Heard About the Canadians
We heard they were not American. Not British and not quite French. They were not born in Hong Kong,
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What We Heard About the Americans
We heard there was much to admire about the Americans. Historically. Their cuisine is buffet, all you can overeat.
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The Police Me Follow So
I’ll me conceal in leaves of poetries All cunning cun- founding, me’ll the snuffing bloods e- lude renewed on sonnet