Dexter Dalwood
And the days are not full enough / And the nights are not full enough; Empty are the ways of this land; Fortitude as never before.... / Frankness as never before; You stand about the streets / You loiter at the corners and bus-stops / You do next to nothing at all; The thought of what America would be like / If the classics had a wide circulation; and I had laid out just the right books / I had almost turned down the pages
