Gone, lost, scattered to the four winds. It still surprises me
how little now remains, one first person sing., temporarily
declined in human form, just now making such a fuss
about a blue umbrella left yesterday on a bus.


"A Speech at the Lost-and-Found". - Poems New and Collected (1998) - Could Have (1972)


Gone, lost, scattered to the four winds. It still surprises me how little now remains, one first person sing., temporarily declined in human form,...

Gone, lost, scattered to the four winds. It still surprises me how little now remains, one first person sing., temporarily declined in human form,...

Gone, lost, scattered to the four winds. It still surprises me how little now remains, one first person sing., temporarily declined in human form,...

Gone, lost, scattered to the four winds. It still surprises me how little now remains, one first person sing., temporarily declined in human form,...