Miss Cheam
Did you ever know Miss Cheam?
poetry
Spring Rapture
All the morning, like a riddle,
Twicetold Tale
mister death my friends is seventythree
Beauty
Some say that beauty
Fords
What are these sky scrapers doing,
The Dumb Man to His God
Could I but sing the songs my soul
Christ in Times Square
Wind of the panic years
Poem
Let the waters rage; God's anger
The Cove
It was always to the land we turned
The Stages
Pity ate his heart, terror numbed
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