Far Country
A car's sound
poetry
Night
At night we may cross all bridges
Dead Love and Lost Days
Dead love and lost days, shrivelled corns
Monet: Basin at Agentuil
'Glory once came of indistinctly seen
My Frailty of Flesh and Bone
My frailty of flesh and bone
Lineage
The sun of many autumns flames in my blood --
Sunflower
If you would have a tree quickly
Hosanna My Name
Hosanna my name to a hand hewn beam and rest me high
Nests
Heedless of the dove-day rain
In Early Eden
Shaking off the uncovered dust,
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