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 ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
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