The Modern World
With bugles for eyes
poetry
Death was General Upon the Morn
Death was general upon the morn:
I Dream
I dreamthe regeneration of arms,
City at Night
When the mood of melodies
Ploughed is my Hiding
Throughout the dark domain of service
Soap Bubbles
Outside of Marcel's garden
The Apple Tree
The apple tree died on the hill
Air for Flute
She sits on the burlap covered barrel
Li Po
He titled from his boat
Green Kaleidoscope
As the storm rises
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