[John] Updike appears overtaken by foreboding as he gazes through the window of his Massachusetts home.Yet something is awry, no doubt of it.
Out on the Bay, a strange steel spider crawls
among our islands glaring bright at night.
Time was when this white house, with its broad view,
wore blackout shades and watched the iron sea
for submarines. A child then now is old.
from The Philadelphia Inquirer: The last words of John Updike, poet
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