The Cord is Almost Cut
A cloud sponges the yellowed words
poetry
Innocence Aground
She did not steal the parson's gold
Known Only to Wilhemina and Me
Except I can't sing the song myself,
Four Poems
IMy satiate flesh no longer wounds the bridge
The Sonnets to Orpheus: Second Part - VI
Rose, throned rose, the ancients knew you
Death Speaks
I invited her, Lord, but she would not come.
Lustless Gunman
Raise the rifle to your shoulder.
The Quiet Pair
Neither fretted and neither scoffed
Dead Boy
She could forgive the wind
On the Sound
Dark drizzled night on the Sound dulls even
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