FIRST LETTER (Vlanes Poems)
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
I. You liked your scrolls ? - Here they are. The manuscript of your book ? - Here it is. ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
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