Old
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FROM Poems 1934-1969 (1970) Old The wonder is mine as she counts the two trees, the two boys and girls. I am childlike as I listen. How old am I, I ask, and the lack of money to haunt me? Will I never grow to earn a living for us both in ease and plenitude? Will I always lack the strength to stand alone? I tighten my grip on her in my arms at the open window; I am growing old. An Ecology We drop in the evening like dew upon the ground and the living feel it on their faces. Death soft, moist everywhere upon us, soon to cover the living as they drop. Thisexplains the ocean and the sun. Communion I To say what has to be said here, one must literallytake off one's clothes. That I will do. Now that I am naked, 23 ...
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