Poem
Over my window, I see the way home;
poetry
The Cage
I could no longer fly.
A Conversation
We sit over our luncheon table
Elegy
Life, so short a life. I couldn't understand
Lands of Appearance
So lovely is this woman - we, now, alone
Between the Willow and the Urn
Time marked by shadows thrown
Seasons (4 Haiku)
Bright ice on a stream:
The Lay of the Mourner
So, deprived of the soul, a young poet
Underseas-Longing
Dream-longing plumbs through
Verdant First Mating
Noon in a June wood
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