Cold Orchard
She walks always in her intimate, own
poetry
In the Night
Lie on my breast a moment, so --
Poem
What I like best about Kanada
A Measure
In summer, through the long hot afternoons
Chester Village
Where it stood, To-night the blizzardcrop
Loneliness Would Not Drown
Loneliness would not drown.
Sailors
Nobody younger than eighteen, or older than twenty,
the fashioning
it's the shadows they wrap you in, a child with
the waiting
in winter . . . at first there is peace, at first
poem
down in the sand stay smaller hopes
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