Verse:
Jr, John Nixon
John Nixon, Jr. Most of my Aprils Most of my Aprils have been harvested And stored beneath that bony parasol That fends such dainties from the glaring falls. What bales of apple-bloom, flasks...
...What bales of apple-bloom, flasks filled with dew, Bird-song looped tenderly in lyric skeins I hoisted to that loft...
...When autumn rains Intolerable color on me now, I love to wander down each pastel aisle, Remembering the little vernal fool I never quite outgrew - lean sensualist Whose nose would not believe that if you smell One April lilac, you have smelled them all.hem all...
Vol. 115 • April 1988 • No. 8
