Memory Midnight 1943: Waking up in the empty dark-ness of a bamboo hutsomewhere in the hills farfrom the old home-town: At three, that’sthe first picture in my memory: alone, withouta blanketon a cold morn-ing, the sharppassage of a fighterplane, and wetpants. A month or two later, perhaps a year, a vegetablepatch on the sideof a … Continue reading Poetry