I Don't Miss Teaching. I'm Learning To

The Poems I Did Write There [in Harvard] Include Alphabets The 1984 Phi Beta Kappa Poem And A Sofa In The Forties. And, Of Course, The John Harvard Poem For The 350th Anniversary Villanelle For An Anniversary.

In Off The Moors, Down Through The Mist Beams, God-cursed Grendel Came Greedily Loping.

God Is A Foreman With Certain Definite Views Who Orders Life In Shifts Of Work And Leisure.

Wherever That Man Went, He Went Gratefully.

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