Blue Boy
Caution me, a blue boy on the green hills of Kentucky
poetry
A Sunbeam Rolled the Stone Away
A sunbeam rolled the stone away
All His Own Winter
All his own winter, quiet, unruined
The Ptarmigan
A ptarmigan rushed at me
But: Echoes
So desperate tight we cling o desp'rate
The Beater
The quarry had lain in the tall grass of days,
Match Point
'Sixteen All.' (Seventeen's the game.)
Susanna, To the Elders
The world was a house on top of a house
Ah, Land of the Whirring Wings
The feathering clouds come hovering greyly
Girl-Friend
Her basement flat is littered with her self:
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