Time Flies
Moths and fish are fleet.
poetry
Night Words
My hand invented sorrow,
Epitaph
Let them bleat the praises
Thinker
A student came to our table
Fundy Headland
A tidal bore of wind and sun-slick grass
Charlottetown Harbour
An old docker with gutted cheeks,
Tree-girl
Tall on the hill a girl
Ming Wind
Still, upon silken cloth
Mendet (from 'Music from Bali')
With reflection scattered and wavering,
A Tablet for Kang Ping, Patron of Eunuchs
Having found love, I knew
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