mother poem #11for a long time I’ve considered myself “young-old” pretty soonI better start thinking “old-old”if I knew then about old what Inow know I’d have been moreunderstanding more h...

I weep a littlethis first night heregiving this place upwhere I’ve been comingsummers for sixty yearsthe colorful poetry wallin the bathroom blaketolkien le guin tennysonmy own kids’ writingsthe l...