Wading
Fresh from wading in the stream
poetry
Parallel
Someone must have known
The Season of Fifty
Make a vivid cross in the air
Then
The wind that blew the world away
Carnival
It stopped at six and I won it
Fashion
One writes in sorrow, but his anger cools;
When Once my Folly Grew
When once my folly grew
And the Journey
I cannot go back to that bright world again,
So Doing
If, even now, when I have seen
When I Read Yeats
When I read Yeats
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Current Issue: No. 301
