In Dark Corners of My Room
I meet my ghost, a white John Clare
poetry
Winter Sunset
Heavy damp has thickened,
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It is as quiet ion the scaffolding on top of my skull as the
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the skier floodlit on gray`s night mountain
Rain
RAIN
The Osprey
Sudden violence of movement, close
Poem
They have torn away my smile,
Fountains
A slow creek
Angels
We used to lie down on our backs
By the Frozen River
I. February
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