New books of poetry will be written New books and unheard of manuscripts will come wrapped in brown paper and many and many a time the postman will bow and sidle down the leaf-plastered steps thumbing over other men's business. But we ran ahead of it all. One coming after could have seen her footprints in the wet and followed us among the stark chestnuts. Anemones sprang where she pressed and cresses stood green in the slender source -- And new books of poetry will be written, leather-colored oakleaves many and many a time. |