"One poem I miss was about Mr. Drummond’s identification with Charlie Chaplin. Another was a morosely comic depth charge titled “Motionless Faces.” It read in part: “Acquaintances dead, teacher dead. Enemy dead. Fiancée dead, girl friends dead. Engineer dead, passenger dead. Unrecognizable body dead: a man’s? an animal’s? Dog dead, bird dead. Rosebush dead, orange trees dead. Air dead, bay dead. Hope, patience, eyes, sleep, movement of hands: dead.” Its absence is a bit of petit larceny." Dwight Garner • NYT

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