"Creeley to Claudia once" said, You're a young diPrima, the one-eyed to the almond-eyed ____________
"Crows in Santa Monica" (thinking of Frank) Who can gnarl and seethe here, & rail the palm from off my Tree, curled round a blenching saint? Why, if the crows can't, like desire then all the thorny cough's for nothing, under this soft-tailed sky
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“For Claudia”
Can you keep a sad light just by holding (in a black&white), as Frank held you and Dolores in a Japanese yard, long ago? And the last rose, amidst the sun & arms, his final, his inseparable-- dear Claudia, this rather now wraps around you