Someone is dead.  
  Even the trees know it,  
  those poor old dancers who come on lewdly,  
  all pea-green scarfs and spine pole.
Selected poems (ed. 1964)
Someone is dead.  
  Even the trees know it,  
  those poor old dancers who come on lewdly,  
  all pea-green scarfs and spine pole.
Selected poems (ed. 1964)