A biography for Donald Justicehasn’t been written yet.
“How shall I speak of Doom, and ours in special, But as of something altogether common?”
“Go then, O my inseperable, this once more,”
“If he could sleep on it. He would make his bed with white sheets And disappear into the white, Like a man diving, If he could be certain That the light Would not keep him awake, The light that reaches To the bottom.”
“Poem to Be Read at 3:00 A.M.by Donald JusticeExcepting the dinerOn the outskirtsThe town of Ladoraat 3 A.M.Was dark butFor my headlightsAnd up inOne second-story roomA single lightWhere someoneWas sick orPerhaps readingAs I drove pastAt seventyNot thinkingThis poemIs for whoeverHad the light on”
“There is no way to ease the burden. The voyage leads on from harm to harm, A land of others and of silence.”
“Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to.”