Twicetold Tale
mister death my friends is seventythree
Gil Orlovitz
Art of the Sonnet: CXV
In the rage tonight before my son, who
Art of the Sonnet: CV
I have been bribing the night to stay day.
Art of the Sonnet: CI
Father, you are indicted before Customs,
Art of the Sonnet: CX
The mother goes to bed, foolish seventy.
Art of the Sonnet: CII
Our father, sombre in the orange grove,
Art of the Sonnet: LXXIV
When in the black borders of the sun
Relationships I
When the shadow in the trunk flopped
Art of the Sonnet: LXI
The silversmith smitten by the sea surrenders
Sunburnt the Bather She Bade
sunburnt the bather she bade
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