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David R. Clark

Summer 1955

Norwottock

By David R. Clark

All these green mornings Over Emily’s TV And the neon tower of the oil company And the towering poplar tree The mountain Norwottock raises– But not for Amherst to see– […]

Summer 1955

The Circular Track

By David R. Clark

My shadow frowns a hole In electric enlightenment Firing in my reflection A brilliant laughter at the source of speed. The train doubles roaring In recurrent raillery, Shrieks at ironic […]

Summer 1955

Asylum

By David R. Clark

“I said, ‘You’re right!’ At last they’ve found The perfect place for Ezra Pound. I wish they’d put him there long since! And yet I don’t hate what he prints. […]