Verse:
Tanksley, Sheila
Sheila Tanksley The Prolonged Wakef ulness So this is what the bleak-eyed people speak of; The moonlit maelstrom beneath flailed sheets The pillow of stones. How readily the day resurrects and...
...How readily the day resurrects and repeats Only its luminous trivialities...
...The night crackles and rustles like crumpled carbon Flowering from its bulbous wad...
...Growling satyr, I lurch toward the fetching sleep nymphs Aglow with the fleece of their tallied sheep And am eluded...
...Scattered throughout their abyss of thickets They taunt and yawn and deny me sleep...
...Flesh wrestles spirit with its stamina rare Outside, black window squares everywhere Brandish the talent of the enviable.nviable...
Vol. 110 • February 1983 • No. 4
