The Ship of War
The ship of war sails in the grey morning.
poetry
An Unwanted Child
In pure innocence
Visitors from the City
Red rippling dust-wake clouds our road behind,
Dream for Reincarnation
If ever I must live again
Now is the Time of the Dripping of Trees . . .
Now is the time of the dripping of trees,
It is the Season of Rains
It is the season of rains.
Memory
You think you have forgotten,
Fairy Son
Calamity, calamity, the gulls came crying,
Jealousy
I said to the Moon, 'I love you.' She
A Seaside Ballad
I strolled along the esplanade
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