The Dark Stroller (from the Irish)
A week of weeks stretched on my bed by the window
poetry
The London Journal: 1763
It was best, he though, to diddle unseen
On the Bashing of Boaters
The stiff straw hat my father wore each day
Sing a Song of Houses
Sing a song of houses,
Microscope
The more man delves
Swan on a Pond
The swan is here bent under
In a Season of Grief
Released from rain
Warning !
With one-way ticket to Biddydom brought
Walk 1
As I walked about in the streets of Malaga
Walk 2
As I walked down to Bremen Town
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