Deeply subjective Proustian poetry, much of it fine, some of it marred by a pen for the stological. This volume introduces a young talent to a wider audience (a previous volume was published in 1941 by Knopf). This is a narrative poem, in free verse which is not too imagistic, and which develops the theme of the flow of time in the inner self. Expressing much that is difficult to express, in philosophical, artistic terms, this will interest chiefly bona fide poets and poetry lovers.