Prelude 5
Mermaid,
poetry
Prelude 6
Milk-white
The Cat in the Tree
Look how lightly up he goes,
Mojave
This silent land
Bird's Hill
I came like an invalid, sick
Peacocked Lawns: For Alice
The cedars having grown too tall
Laurentian November
All around are the upturned bowls of hills,
Compass Reading (At an Exhibition)
My friend (the White Rabbit)
Arrow for an American
Not mine the deep point piercing through the hour,
Sentience
Listen, ear, to racing way and tempest,
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