Gatta Della Madonna
Gatta della Madonna had her four
poetry
The Plea of Aaron
Flog me, Green-eyed God, with my own rod
The Burden
Gray--
The Bronze Hero
the bronze hero stands alone
No Amount of Whistling
The three of us went one early afternoon
Experience of Death
We know of nothing of this departing, which
Heredity
You see them in old movies
Thanet
The flat lands of Thanet. There
Moth
Anyone who would epitomize in one young, slender, sunburned
Upon Hearing a Handbell Choir
The white gloved hands thrust forth in gentle gesture
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