In Rumor of Blood
Cnossus was my province. There
poetry
Home for the Aged
The old men sit, five of them on a bench,
The House Abandoned
High on the somnolent hill
Sweet, my Coz
This is my private schizophrenia
Poet reads Proverbs
'The clouds drop down the dew.'
Song
The monkey in the steel-barred cage
The Kill
With a saucer of red cherries and a book of Synge's plays
Astrologer to Friend - ' . . . A sa proie attachée'
You can't escape. Be still, you're one of the damned
Under the Immortal Hood
Shakespeare's polyphonic pinwheels,
Shells
We drive ourselves back in shells
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