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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…
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…
Some nights it’s bound to be your… When nightmare is the short end of… When sleep is a part of town where… To walk at night, when waking is t… You have of distancing your wretch…
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…
It is admittedly difficult for a w… Nation to mourn and be seen to do… It can be done, the silvery platit… Were waiting in their silos for ju… An emergent occasion, cards of sym…
Two lovers to a midnight meadow ca… High in the hills, to lie there ha… Like effigies and look up at the s… The never-setting ones set in the… To circle the Pole in idiot majes…
Among the high-branching, leafless… Above the roof-peaks of the town, Snowflakes unnumberably come down. I watched out of the attic window The laced sway of family trees,
The waters deep, the waters dark, Reflect the seekers, hide the soug… Whether in water or in air to drow… Between them curls the silver spar… Barbed, baited, waiting, of a thou…
The house is so quiet now The vacuum cleaner sulks in the co… Its bag limp as a stopped lung, it… Grinning into the floor, maybe at… Slovenly life, my dog-dead youth.
Two universes mosey down the stree… Connected by love and a leash and… Mostly I look at lamplight throug… While he mooches along with tail u… Getting a secret knowledge through…
You know the old story Ann Lander… About the houseife in her basement… She’s wearing her nightie, and she… I might’s well put this in as well… Being dripped on by a leaky pipe p…
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…
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…
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…
A peels an apple, while B kneels… C telephones to D, who has a hand On E’s knee, F coughs, G turns u… For H’s grave, I do not understan… But J is bringing one clay pigeon…
