Hyperion's Song of Fate
You walk on high in the Light
poetry
Lullaby
Were you to sleep no more
Procession
Long, wavering files of ghostly children
Winter Wheat
The field was more I than field;
A Four O'Clock Evening Angle
The grass across the street
Atlas Speaks His Mind
I tire of holding this wormy world
A woman in Her Bath
Pondering she lies in green transparency,
The God of Fire
'Witling!' they laughed,
Sister
She was my sister, and they called her Eve.
Song Bank
In this backwash beauty,
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Current Issue: No. 301
