Villanelle
Why do you kiss and hesitate,
poetry
Last days
When men had marred old tales with telling
August
The sun-blown roses fade
Mrs. Norwell
Each day became the image of the last,
Attila
Southward from the Baltic shore
The Lament of the Montagnais
The maize field
Northern Lights
They are slim pine trees in a waste space
The Two Thieves
When he had done his worst
Summation
what thanks can the fish make the soft seething ocean
Gullivor in Lilliput
Here I, whose window never knew
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