Lines penned by Herb on the occasion of his 85th birthday:

Are we alone alive of those who knew

people who never once heard anyone

say “fuck” or “screw”?


It’s almost dark.

Let’s walk in the park

and then come home, take books to bed,

and listen with our eyes

to the voices of the dead.


And then there was the Great Society

devoured by the great bureaucracy.



Now that I am older

and can take my time,

patterns of everydayness

satisfy like rhyme.

      Herbert Knapp