Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
My dumpy little mother on the undertaker's slabhad a mannequin's grace. From chin to footthe sheet outlined her, thin and ...
If you finish the weaving, lay out your linensTo whiten under the birch;I will come home by them - twilight ...
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
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