If you think you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction, a delta springing from the river bed with its five fingers spread.
Selected poems, 1950-1995 (ed. Salmon Publishing, 1951)
If you think you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction, a delta springing from the river bed with its five fingers spread.
Selected poems, 1950-1995 (ed. Salmon Publishing, 1951)