Rubitzahl
Rubitzahl the Second, king of Barbarian hordes,
poetry
The Quake
Alone in that paper house
The Rock
Year after year he returned to the same
Blinded Gods
Boisterous day alone has seen us fused,
Poet's Holiday
A stony ground of fungus fish
dream
out of the steamy stupor of the room
Sonnets to Orpheus: Part One, V
Raise no memorial. Commemoration
Instructions for the Erection of a Statue of Myself in Central Park
Let me be formed with stone for flesh
Slum Clearance
The tenements are coming down, down, down,
Communication
I told him a rock could bleed.
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