Donald Justice

Here you will find the Poem Hell of poet Donald Justice


R. B. VAUGHN speaks: 

?After so many years of pursuing the ideal 
I came home. But I had caught sight of it. 
You see it sometimes in the blue-silver wake 
Of island schooners, bound for Anegada, say. 
And it takes other forms. I saw it flickering once 
In torches by the railroad tracks in Medellín. 
When I was very young I thought that love would come 
And seize and take me south and I would see the rose; 
And that all ambiguities we knew would merge 
Like orchids on a word. Say this: 
I sought the immortal word.? 
So saying he went on 
To join those who preceded him; 
and there were those that followed.