Arthur Dimmesdale
Pride of remorse devoured him day by day,
poetry
Flesh Made a Parable
By Christ, it was, the five loves an wishes
The Talisman
I carry for my safety
Samuel Waking
The child stayed waking all the night to see
Chipmunk
His throat fur was white against the rust
Found
We found it with its blind face,
A Sunday Walk in Late February
The cold bright blue day soars
Metamorphosis
I tell you child, a smiling head
snake, tree, rock
my snake
The Rower (After Paul Valery)
Bending to my oars withut rest on a great river,
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