TV Blues
Vaughan Williams, Vaughan Williams, what channel brought / you here?
poetry
Widow
Conquered, finally, by her own image,
Never Through Glass or Gold
You said: ' I cannot leave hold.' Perhaps
Words Were Music
Words-words pelting, punishing, pushing
Trees
Yesterday denuded,
Winter Melons
Sweet in the ice-cave
Prayer for the Dutiful
Allowed, then, that the pit
Diary
Returning miles of space,
Actualité
With glibbest tongue turned to the seas
Piero Della Francesca
There come to mind
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