Rain
The rain beats into the gloom of my thoughts
poetry
The Blood of the Lamb
The dark tide of dream that flows
The Steel-Shop
Across the throbbing floor men run
Sea Horses
Eerie little creatures
The Fiddlehead
Fusing earth and rain
Wreckage
The tearful sun
Untitled
Here all pass with furtive, hurried feet
Untitled
Hovering yet one watchful moment
Untitled
To know a thought is mad
The Egoist Dead
In the cool, impersonal room
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