The Labyrinth
Reciting confused obsessions
Moritz, A.F.
Prometheus Unbound
Planet, I forget, I cried. Repeat my curse.
Here is elsewhere, elsewhere is here
Eric Miller: Song of the Vulgar Starling
Translator
My patched ox-blood shoes had the necessary languages
Woman in Astrakhan
Unreal extravagance of an image, say,
North American Song
I have a mild case of everything.
The End of the Age
An age of anxiety was ending
New Freedom
No one could find a single word to attache the free electron. Then
The Helmet
The greatest twentieth-century work of art is not a poem or a painting
Ode to Don Delillo
Dear Don,
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