Poem
Tormented hell of heaven's bliss
Fred Cogswell
Lyric
I could not tear down the walls that hommed me in.
Poem
We two were moving points
On Canadian Poets
In Canada where only echoes speak
Sweet, had I lived with Herrick and Carewe
Sweet, had I lived with Herrick and Carewe
Statement of Position
I walk no lonely roads, climb no mountains
The Dark World
"We are the hollow men." Eliot.
Lost Dimension
I from my myness
Section of Metamorphosis
...A Caterpillar
Incident
Down sheer cliffs of mind
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