Stevie and Sea
Hardly a barnacle
poetry
The Hate of the joyed Young Kill
Oh the hunter whistling his humble prayer
In the Eye of Urban Misery
In the eye of urban misery there are
Confession
Beloved, it frightens me
First Impressions: For Fred Cogswell
At first, I thought you were one of the good men who appear briefly
Beside the Lake
Beside the lake, the grass was tender as
By the Window
By the window, she and I,
Poem
Full of your love for me
Homage to Lucullus
Each year
The Maddened Lover
At a gathering of Hampstead squires
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