Youth

Bourbon and scrambled eggs for breakfastUpstairs in their dowdy suite at the old Boston RitzAs guests of Brahmin old-fart trusteesOf the Harvard Advocate, 1955 or maybe 1956. I was the magazine’s Pegasus, the literary editor.I knew these sophisticates were hicks.I was from St. Louis—nineteen years old.Ezra Pound was my movie star. Chintz daylight filled the […]