Donald Justice (12 August 1925 - 6 August 2004 / Miami / Florida)
Poems of Donald Justice
|21.||On The Death Of Friends In Childhood||1/13/2003|
|22.||Pantoum Of The Great Depression||1/1/2004|
|25.||Sestina: Here in Katmandu||1/3/2003|
|27.||The Evening of the Mind||1/3/2003|
|28.||The Tourist from Syracuse||1/3/2003|
|29.||To A Ten-Months' Child||1/13/2003|
|30.||Variations On A Text By Vallejo||4/21/2010|
|31.||Villanelle at Sundown||1/3/2003|
|32.||Women In Love||4/21/2010|
Villanelle at Sundown
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow.
The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened.
Why this is, I'll never be able to tell you.
Or are Americans half in love with failure?
One used to say so, reading Fitzgerald, as it happened.
(That Viking Portable, all water spotted and yellow--
remember?) Or does mere distance lend a value