Poems, 1947-1961

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. You know as well as I Darkness is not just the sun gone out of the sky. You know, too, though you may not choose to remember, Darkness as something intimate and near, Not the long nights advancing to December And then retreating slowly half a year. You too have understood: darkness can lie Behind the observer's eye, A great darkness indeed.