First Days
Hinting islands fly reaches without distance,
poetry
Tatters
Cranes over evening whistles plane the wind
Comic Dances: I
Mo-ther, Mo-ther, what is that
A Rebel Cheer
O your eyes are slightly wondered,
Pink Song
A pink song for my lover
The Flowers
The flowers came again with early Spring.
Only the Lover
Not in this summer burning
The Apple
The apples were larger than the hand
Marian at the Pentecostal Meeting
Marian I cannot begrudge
The Vistors (an excerpt)
Some have the gift of responding
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