The Last Kiss
Let there be one, then,
poetry
Always at This Cross
I know a place beyond slipping
The Triumph of Eros
There is a quiver in my pen;
It is Winter Now
It is winter now only in the sequence
Transmutation
The mountain moved from where it stood;
On a Painting of the Assumption
The metal haloes of the apostles shine
Blue Ballad
When Janet saw her sister's lips were blue
Held back but not exactly tension what
Held back but not exactly tension what
Frog-Catcher
With cunning sufficient to make the kill
The Year Coming In
The year coming in already entering May,
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