"poets rhyme their loneliness, musicians starve as always and the novelists miss the mark, but not the pelican, the gull; pelicans dip and dive, rise, shaking shocked half-dead radioactive fish from their beaks; indeed, indeed, the waters wash the rocks with slime; and on Wall St. the market staggers like a lost drunk looking for his key"

From the poem "The Sun Wields Mercy" appearing in The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems 1946-1966.