In Mirrors and Dawns
Bury it all
poetry
Beyond Brick
Beyond the brick of buildings
The Wintry man
he aches and bends
New year's Day
I have no words
Miriam, You Must Cast the Scholar Off
Of all my broken
The Hook
And so cold Jew
To Those Who Run in Fields
All the old scarred places
East on Dorchester Street
At the end of the street is buff-coloured fog
From a Dead poet's Book
There was the sound
Christ in a Loin Cloth
Christ in a loin cloth
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