Reflection (Riann Erucolii Poems)
The light that spills through the crack in the doorIllumines only her faceAnd my grandmother smilesIf only all of life ...
The light that spills through the crack in the doorIllumines only her faceAnd my grandmother smilesIf only all of life ...
-And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,And most especially when you have forgotten ...
A capital ship for an ocean tripWas the Walloping Window Blind.No gale that blew dismayed her crewOr troubled the captains ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
Amid the controlled chaos the schoolyard, playground this morning ribbons of children, running, skipping, dancing over the blacktop, being children, ...
It is later than late, the simmered down darkness of the jukebox hour. The hour of drunkenness and cigarettes. The ...
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