you'll quiet down; you'll begin to laugh. I know
you can do better for Scotch in Rhode Island
but no one there puts up with your complaining.
We miss you. Come soon.
"0 Camilla, is it ... "
o
Camilla, is it conceivable that
you feel as ardent as I do - as horny
as seven goats? Camilla, let us hurry
out of these grossly
getting-in-the-way clothes onto a wide bed
with its covers hurled off to play skin-music
on bright sheets, slowly increasing the tempo
until Eden comes.
EDWARD HIRSCH
Luminist Paintings at the National Gallery
Slowly the nineteenth century is turning into dusk
on Plum Island River and the Newbury marshes
where thunderstorms gather over Narragansett Bay
and the Boston wharves are tipped in flame .
Here is an exalted dwindling light going down
forever at HalfWay Rock off the Marblehead shore,
at Norman's Woe and Camel's Hump, Vermont,
on the western ledge of Brace's Rock.
