10 OCTOBER 1970, page 24

Written On The Road Of Cemeteries Leading To The Airport

at Vienna I see American poetry with red claws conquering the world. It makes a Vietnam in the Pushkin industry. It calls the sonnet Robert Bly. Somewhere under the fingers of......

Scenes From A History Book

A short man with a pinched look and a high moustache walks fast up the Judengasse. They try to sell him a leather jacket, a black Homburg hat, a pair of driving-gloves He shakes......

Vienna Poems

GEORGE MacBETH The Mayerling dream At dead of night In pouring rain I dress your body Inside my brain. Mary Vetsera Died at Mayerling Rudolf shot' her Through the head I am......