for Eugene McNamara
Dear Gene, I regret not seeing you,
Not bringing poetry to your door
Like a “basket of shadows,”
An image of mine you admired.
Looking at your photograph
With all my heart I am sorry
And say a last goodbye, old friend,
With your American poetry
On the tip of your tongue,
Your Dillinger derringer wit
And streetwise Chicago grit
And the branches in the window
Tracing their delicate lines
In the space of our magical changes.
2 thoughts on ““The Empty Spirit in Empty Space” Wallace Stevens”
that is masterful. the juxtaposition of deadly steel and grit gainst the delicate traceries is as poignant as your yearning memory.
Thank you. We had such a lovely poetic friendship. I miss his company.