The New York Society Library is the oldest library in New York. It was founded by King George before the American Revolution. I belong to the library,..
b"h7/13/13It's been hot for weeks -- hot and humid hereIn New York. But I have been cold for years -- coldAnd confused. The weather has little effect ..
b"h7/11/13A rough road it is, young man, and I cannotTell you where it begins or where it ends.Nor do I know how you will find it -- norHow you will k..
b"h5/5/13The lilacs act as if there were nothingIn the world but their lavender selves. TheirPurple perfume paints the air withPerfect selfishness. Th..
b"h3/30/13Wreaths of words ring round my head --Tho' none this world could ever tell --For here the living -- here the dead --And neither would to spe..
b"h3/15/13Another bird is happiness --Who goes a different way --Her destination -- none can guess --Nor motivation -- say --A visitor from heaven she..
A poem to my darling new grandson, Lucas. It's somewhat of an introduction to the world -- tempered with the wonder of a child's perception. The rain..