Sweet, had I lived with Herrick and Carewe
Sweet, had I lived with Herrick and Carewe
poetry
Is equals Id
He fled into the crowd
"He arose and leaned on the sky"
I broke through to the cave
The Unreturning
Blue is my sky peter
On Canadian Poets
In Canada where only echoes speak
Charlotte Street, Saint John
Wrapped in neon ribbons wrinkled in wet pavement
Intermission
The last page of the first book
Poem
We two were moving points
Megalopolis
He tried to tell the story of his loss.
Untitled
I am near my midnight, rooting dog-like
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