Turning Fifty.(Poem)(Brief article)

 
Turning Fifty 
 
   As if the toppled line of shade 
   had measured well its range, 
 
   engineered the frail trunk's fall 
   in storm to barely miss cornice 
 
   and overhang. Was it like this 
   that the first ancients took 
 
   the reach of wounded strengths, 
   their possible, inevitable scope? 
 
   Did they construe the felled domain 
   before the snap of the shaken pillar 
 
   or the cracked wall by some unnumbered …