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The authentic! Shadows of it sweep past in dreams, one could sa… evoking the almost-silent ripping apart of giant sheets of cellophane. No.
The clouds as I see them, rising urgently, roseate in the mounting of somber power surging in evening haste over roofs and hermetic
Brilliant, this day ' a young vi… Morning shadow cut by sharpest sci… deft hands. And every prodigy of g… whether it’s ferns or lichens or n… or impatient points of buds on spi…
This wild night, gathering the was… &n bsp; animal vines t… slapping my face lightl… in the gesticulations o… I recall out of my joy a night of…
Elves are no smaller than men, and walk as men do, in this world, but with more grace than most, and are not immortal.
The moon is a sow and grunts in my throat Her great shining shines through m… so the mud of my hollow gleams and breaks in silver bubbles
A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my
I thought I was growing wings— it was a cocoon. I thought, now is the time to step into the fire— it was deep water.
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close to the shore on the tide
Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt,
What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don’t know the
The old wooden steps to the front… where I was sitting that fall morn… when you came downstairs, just awa… and my joy at sight of you (emergi… into golden day—
A voice from the dark called out, “The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the… imagination of disaster. Peace, no… the absence of war.”
U.S. BURIED IRAQI SOL… ‘What you saw was a bunch of trenches with arms sticking out.’ ‘Plows mounted on