Art of the Sonnet: LXXIV
When in the black borders of the sun
poetry
Art of the Sonnet: CII
Our father, sombre in the orange grove,
Coals
Tiny coals burn endlessly,
Walk at Midnight
At midnight,
The Shape of Buildings
The shape of buildings
Driving to Work
The city is clearly reminiscent
The Crucifix in Prison
Christ in a loin cloth,
The Boughs of Snow
I look up through boughs of snow
The Lawbreakers
The drug pusher out of glorious clear eyes
Montreal Night
She flees from her suburban house
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