The Golden Fish
The golden fish beneath the stones
poetry
The New Year
It is the year's last night and the still end
The Well
Slide down the blossoming well you may discover
Lovers Under Parliament Hill
Exasperated that a fellow Greek,
The Quality of Halves
Into this dusk, a word whose vowels contain
Away
Sprung out of last year's leaves and this year's light
The Cove
Along the bay edge of the empty cove
The Web and the Vine
Here sitting beside myself, ignoring
Under the Silence
A white slant of silence shaped the walls
Utrillo's World
He sat above it, watching it recede
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