from Suicide, 1964 (1st published collection, available on Amazon)
photography / poetry at craigmartingetz*com
Now, it’s just a matter of taking this handful of notes
to wonder how they fit into my life.
I would like to believe I took them down
for a reason. One that goes back to Virgil’s Aeneid ,
a book I know I’ll never read, something spoken
by the goddess Juno. One, the title of a painting;
one, the title of another; one, the brief note
written on the back of a postcard in 1912.
If I cannot bend the high powers, I will move the infernal regions ;
The Castle in the Sea; Autumn Tree in Turbulent Air;
and I will telegraph once I know when I will come.
For the time being I don’t know how long I will stay.