As much as other men.
So, Mother, just before the daylight flies
Tell me where the Tagra Desert lies.
WALTER EDWARDS HOUGHTON, JR.
To One Bereaved
You welcomed me with such a joyous mask
Across the silence of your hurt wide eyes,
That I too forced banalities and lies
And dared no comfort, though I came to ask
The many little questions, long rehearsed,