The Strawberry Bed: a Paradox
Epitaph: Here lies a good wife, gentle and kind,
poetry
Evolution's Adam
Too plain, too evident it is to see
Fire
Only by fire could naked men emerge
The Setting
I arose on their setting, saw it late
No
I am not looking
No Rose
No rose,
Tutankhamen
I almost wept when I looked into the eyes of
On Reading a Letter
Thrust it into the heart, the plumed phrase,
Finis
No crumbs even, that winter, no crumbs
I'll Hang Up my Harp
i had a nodding acquaintance with the old horse
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