Leaving the Great Plains
From the air
poetry
For my Execution
For my execution
Lifting the Lid
Something thinks that I've enough
At the Foot of a Wall
My hand moves below
Wind
The poem makes itself
The Rise and Fall of Envy
A child, I never yet had envied the dead
Beirut 1982
When I first came to Beirut in 1957
Perfect Martyrs
My mother was a perfect martyr
From the Intervention of Duke
Dreams won't behave themslves
Memory as Sovereign
Summer will occasionally map out
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