The Steel-Shop
Across the throbbing floor men run
poetry
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
The Golden Egg
When the hero died our luck turned
Revised Version
No rasping voice nor darker feet
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Current Issue: No. 302
