New Year's Concert
Music filled the room with a thousand colours
poetry
Poem
Time's tom-fooling, high time's games
Cry! Cry! What Shall I Cry?
Wrapped in a sterilized code
To a Poet with Nothing to Write About
" ' Fool,' said the Muse, 'look into thy heart and write.' "
Dirge for a Victor
One morning in the bright of the sun,
Merchant
When you speak of a distinguished merchant,
Sequence
I
The Poet has a Drink in the Luxembourg
Reflected violets fall, a crystal barrow
The Well
Slide down the blossoming well you may discover
After Sappho
Joy as Heaven knows the favoured lover
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Current Issue: No. 301
