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Each house had its ghost. Graves… The dead lived in him by his gray… He was, by their constraint upon h… Orpheus of all the lonesome, spent His evenings charting out a privat…
Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no… And be sustained upon the style al… Like the Holy Ghost cruising abov… The abyss, or like the little anim…
after information received in The… The population center of the USA Has shifted to Potosi, in Missour… The calculation employed by author… In arriving at this dislocation as…
My dear, I wonder if before the e… You ever thought about a children’… I’m sure you must have played it t… You ran along a narrow garden wall Pretending it to be a mountain led…
loquitur the sparrow in the Zoo No bars are set too close, no mesh… To keep me from the eagle and the… Whom keepers feed that I may free… This goes to show that if you have…
The fishermen on Lake Michigan, s… For kicks, they spit two hunks of… At either end of a single length o… And toss that up among the scaveng… Who go for it so fast that often t…
So much of life in the world is wa… This day was no exception, so we w… All morning long and into the afte… I spent some of the time rememberi… Dante, who did the voyage in the m…
Late in November, on a single nig… Not even near to freezing, the gin… That stand along the walk dropp al… In one consent, and neither to rai… But as though to time alone: the g…
This morning, between two branches… Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry a… I test his early-warning system an… It works, he scrambles forth in sa…
It is true, that even in the best-… Such things will happen; it is tru… What’s done is done. The law, whe… Our hatred, sees no fire in the fl… But by the smoke, and not for thou…
People are putting up storm window… Or were, this morning, until the h… Drove them indoors. So, coming ho… I saw storm windows lying on the g… Frame-full of rain; through the wa…
The world is full of mostly invisi… And there is no way but putting th… Or its nose, in a book, to find th… Things like the square root of Ev… Or how many times Byron goes into…
Who can remember back to the first… The greatest ones, greater even th… No one has remembered that far bac… Or now considers, among the artifa… And bones and cantilevered inferen…
Earth’s Wrath at our assaults is… But relentless when it does. It h… With catastrophic change, and with… At which one order more of Magnit… Will bring us to a qualitative cha…
They’re taking down a tree at the… The power saw is snarling at some… Whining at others. Now and then i… And sawdust falls like snow or a d… Rotten, they tell us, at the fork,…
