This Is My Garden
The flowers here give pleasure
poetry
The Hand at Altamira
The hand at Altamira, dirty hand
Curtains
with curtains we reject simmering
In Memoriam Dag Hammarskjold
The unpaired dove is dashed
An Ironic Reversal
we have built
Child and Green Melody
Kind oceans of beckon and lilt,
Nor Stitch Nor Cage
What will there be left but pride
Windswans
The cool swans of the wind
Storm July
sweetly birds swim past my window
Poem
sweet love I have lost my words lost my prases
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