Like a blind and half-mad rat
Scurrying from its hole
I appeared one early Sunday morning
In Harvard Square.
The place deserted in a graveyard stance
Walls of passion thrust up before the
Unseen herd
Massachusetts 1971
(From 'Behind the Painted Veil', Outposts Publications,1972)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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