V E I L,—as if silk that you in fury must thrust repeatedly
high at what the eye, your eye, naked cannot seecatches, clinging to its physiognomy.
Frank Bidart, “The Poem Is a Veil”, in Star Dust
V E I L,—as if silk that you in fury must thrust repeatedly
high at what the eye, your eye, naked cannot seecatches, clinging to its physiognomy.
Frank Bidart, “The Poem Is a Veil”, in Star Dust