Fordham’s icled elms
tinkling in the breeze
in this snow pure season
that glorifies trees
recalls to my mind
the statue of a queen
which stands alone
on Edwards Green
(Dec. 23, 2016: I wrote this poem in November of December,
1955
in response to a campus literary magazine offering to publish
any
poem written about Fordham’s Rose Hill campus in winter. The
poem was not published. This was only the first stanza of a longer poem. I don’t
remember the rest.)
A
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TRUCKERS, on Kindle
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