A Rhyme for Halloween Tonight I light the candles of my eyes in the lee And swing down this branch full of red leaves. Yellow moon, skull and spine of the hare, . . .
At Twilight on the Road to Sogamoso The sun is beginning to go down over a field of yellow onions. The edges of the clouds are almost pink, and at this hour . . .
Today there has been so much talk of things exploding into other things, so much that we all become curious, that we all run outside into the hot streets . . .