23 NOVEMBER 1962, page 55

Singing Aloud

After Po Chu-1 We all have our faults. Mine is trying to write Poems. New scenery, someone I like, anything sets me off! I hear my own voice going on, like a god or an oracl e ,......

Fruit

The quiet fruit dilating At the speed of a season and Heavy berry Lade the tended branch. The hand waiting and The sun's downpour. Its bath of light Sweetens the liquor in The......