Yes. That’s one of my two websites.
That is almost as gawdawful a poem as the one I copied in the Museum of the City of New York a few years ago from his handwritten manuscript. An absolutely arrogant man as the main character who gets off on showing his daughter how he is above the people with whom they are traveling. Moore will frequently, as we say today, virtue signal. I always thought that the simplest way to have proven he didn’t write the poem was to let a psychologist get to the works of the two men. How anyone would think that someone of his character wrote NBC just floors me.
By the way, his work was almost impossible to find when I first started this quest. I was turned down at all sorts of research institutions as being a civilian not allowed in. Finally, Brown U told me they had a microfilm and I went there to print it out. As the pages printed, I suddenly understood why there were no reprints of his book. The man was a HORRIBLE poet. There was one fawning review at the time from L, in the Episcopalian newsletter. Turns out that just like Henry wrote under R, Moore wrote under L. So the fawning praise came from Moore, himself.