The Marathon Dancers
on muscles wearied by the beat,
poetry
The Light That Once . . .
The light that once in prehistoric seas
Money
My sister writes from Halifax.
The Public Health Nurse
A lady made of smoke could not apply
Virginia Bradley
Virginia Bradley
Cherry Blossom
Blossom you small white Christs,
Letter to Wayne Machias, a Freshman
Dear Wayne,
Looking for Nancy
Looking for Nancy
Burial of the Dead
the ancients feared the dogs and birds
Tantrum
I stood in the ferns and frowned,
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