Profession of an Intended Debauché
I resolve to reside
poetry
After
After I leave you I must walk alone
Evening in Eden
Like light through trees
Young Sportsman's Yacht
The lips upon the cocktail glass forget the kiss;
On Listening to a Dead Poet's Recording (In Memory of Karl Kraus)
How time is stilled and held
Resurrection
He might not have risen had he known this sleep,
Are There Simples for Sorrow?
Are there simples for sorrow?
Love Song for a Shrill Voice
I am the lion's wound; the anger
And We Too, Love
--- Then the dry lake slept;
Voyage
I have sailed my ship
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