RUN AND WON (Vlanes Poems)
When you entered the workshop, I was already here. How many statues, and torsos, and heads ! Like remains of ...
When you entered the workshop, I was already here. How many statues, and torsos, and heads ! Like remains of ...
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 ...
for every wind?'s emotionless blast brings shreds of feathers with their dance of loss rotating leaves of faded rainbow-trees and ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Today your things depart. Your faience cup fell off the table at sunrise and cracked. Your old grey dog did ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
Somewhere, suspended in facetless space, the vine is spiralling, shown in the distance, with loosened hair: the farther the eye ...
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. ...
Come to me with the full moon, tell me a word or two, all the garden will be soon sprinkled ...
Eupatius thought: "Give him a thousand horses, a thousand bridles of eloquent gold. Wash his feet, feed him well, show ...
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