On the wing

The sun lifts the branches of the elm trees into the flock of perched sparrows. It wipes night from the wings of gulls, and, where...

The poem ends, and we return to the beach to let the moon affect us. Edgartown lies silent, sleeps under sea-breeze, Orion overhead ca...

Alternate photo for the cover of Blonde on Blonde He stands at the mouth of the empty alley. The wind makes a nest of his hai...

The ochre of the island on his charts mingles with his wife's yellow hair; neither deserts him, rounding Coffin Rock, guiding the ...

He taught Latin at the college that used us as its town and pretended to be above such speculation, but, on...