In a Tickless Time
Go then, you to whom a watch
poetry
The Delivery
There's an eye for you, and there's an ear
Dream Landscape
What is this dark landscape of my dreams,
Limited Perspectives
No dream is faithful, no plan is true,
White Hand
Here, oh pining, fevered autumn earth!
Down Beacon Hill
Once we ran the ragged hill to bay
And the Pear Trees shiver
Peacocks scream and the pear trees quiver
For a Cold
The green world of joy
Truth Perceived
Truth is not stated in words:
Core of Summer
The year had reached that inmost core of summer
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