In Mirrors and Dawns
Bury it all
Miriam Waddington
Jonathan Travels
My son, who wants to travel into summer
Homage to Apollinaire
Guillaume:
Mourning for Lost Causes
The pine is a humourous conifer,
At Night
Rootless slumber stemless lies
Surcease
Love, I thought, would be surcease
Three Worlds
Let me praise the noble moment of your no,
The Stepmother
To take a pride in children:
Pleasures from Children
Er ist gewesen, I tell you,
Montreal Night
She flees from her suburban house
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