thread (Rg Gregory Poem)
the sky is shattered its debris clutters the world's streets where the light came from is a question charred beyond ...
the sky is shattered its debris clutters the world's streets where the light came from is a question charred beyond ...
(for matt - 15) in the first seven years you choose your howdah having by then bare inklings of a ...
they say in the local sanctuary owls are the stupidest creatures all this wisdom business is the mythological media at ...
the bluefish was surprised i was there to greet it this world it said is mine it feeds on blueness ...
you have gone away from yourself you walk in a dead way your loins have lost their sweets your breasts ...
(i) absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder the green fairy burbles what's this 'ere when vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug ...
you know how it is with the room the door is frequently locked as i pass a white sigh is ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
the children played games getting from here to where the truth was without touching a flake needless to say the ...
when the doctor came on a monday he looked at my mother and said there's something seriously wrong here - ...
you may not be willing to notice me i have an awkward sense of myself ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
(in china it is symbolic of darkness and the new moon) in your night's hollow the tiger stalks black grasses ...
when the time comes yield to the forces outside you images simply of your inner compulsions when the time comes ...
the winding wye curls into my senses feliniously there's no such word but no such river merely exists where this ...
(an ascetic poem for karen's birthday) fancy having a birthday on a thursday when you do the buying of the ...
fog owns the town in its palm lawyers nibble each other's fingers the churches take their cut at the fat ...
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
seven lacqueur ducks on a silver pond their rippling held in a moveless ...
(after hiroshige - stations of oi) here at the sixty-ninth station of the gregokaido road i have a sense of ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
sam swill took a pill went blue ate stew had pains no brains sucked a date too late swallowed stone ...
crisis has a fact to get straight it needn't be the end of the world beginnings too are coated with ...
prudence my love each time you invite me to tea i wonder do i have the appetite for what i ...
so here we are at last at the ten-boy never to be the single-figure-aged-again boy and all the trailing clouds ...
i have lost touch over the years with the hot africa inside me illness and all - i spread to ...
(from a painting by hugo simberg) those who bear the wounded angel are they honoured or destroyed far beyond their ...
wandering around milan my father i know that (bred in the bone) i'm you i walk and think - my ...
i can see through the blue dress when you stand in the doorway - the light come indoors softly like ...
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