Into The Country Of The Gadarenes (AM Juster Poems)
Arthritic fingers of the olive treesAccuse the sun of ancient injuries.The shallows harden to an ochre crustWhile bony cattle huddle ...
Arthritic fingers of the olive treesAccuse the sun of ancient injuries.The shallows harden to an ochre crustWhile bony cattle huddle ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
After the first astounding rush, after the weeks at the lake, the crystal, the clouds, the water lapping the rocks, ...
Looking down, at these hands hands that can sew, stitch together the scraps of cloth, the bits of thread to ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
Master I may be, But not of my fate. Now come the kisses, too many too late. Tell me, O ...
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