Page 110 from Issue 132 He made a bedroom suite for my parents, chest of drawers, vanity, ... nightstand, and, of course, the bed. All walnut, rich, dark, fine-grained wood. My father was an only child. ... crashing through the plate glass of a downtown shop. Does slam into cars in their headlong flight running ...

Changing Light at Sandover, his poetry must rely on the psychological magnitude of its obsessions with the ... dramatic scene, the epiphany whose implications are not limited to the actors who frame it-indeed, who are ... of much of his social poetry). When the tourists are rowed into "The Blue Grotto," ...

Page 221 from Issue 91 TRIQUARTERLY hall light being turned off, and then I would begin my vigil. ... Lying there in the dark, my brother in his crib, lying there, not speaking-Did he even know how to ... speak?-lying there, calming my breathing so I might hear over the sound of it the sound of his. I could not go ...

lost in thought." He does not move. The heaving sea turns black, its waves curl and crash ... I can see them now-will curl and crash." 55 Issue 121 page ...

a shove, at least a cautious tilt. In the poetry, however, the raw intimations of what is im­ pending-the ... as Yeats apprehended it-are in the poetry concentrated in metaphors of such power that they thrust ... aside all calculated intent: bird and lady take possession of the scene. NOTES I. An unpublished letter ...