Now in the Winter Wood
Now in the winter wood
poetry
Hidden Thorn
A child runs screaming through the giant corn;
Lines from the Look-out at Sunfish Lake
Some Adam of icebergs delved
Lines to Accompany a Gift of Sculpture
Always clay comes from the earth,
Neighbours
The man next door
Voice of the Turtle
Last September on the atoll island of Bikini
Poems in the Vault of a Bank
My love, I see your grace tarnish as evening gold.
Waiting
waiting till she can see the natural light
Time of Innocence
Now at the time of Innocence
To Joan, Because She Is
When you understand me, effortless
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Current Issue: No. 301
