n/p: Great Jones, n/d. First Edition. “Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on / the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. / downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I’ve been up all night, talking, / talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout / blind on the phonograph / the rhythm the rhythm–and your memory in my head three years..... More