After Caravaggio's David with the head of Goliath
It's not Goliath, but himself
poetry
August
Late August night,
The Artists' House
Their peeling porch was shaded by bamboo,
Caught
One wing-strut was stuck to one silk thread.
To Cathy
It was such a surprise hearing from you
Translator
My patched ox-blood shoes had the necessary languages
Woman in Astrakhan
Unreal extravagance of an image, say,
North American Song
I have a mild case of everything.
The City Slicker Goes to a Country Dance
The City Slicker isn't very slick
Spanghew
Martin Heidegger said we're all thrown
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