White (George Woodcock Poems)
White is the evening nature of my thoughtWhen neutral time that drains the night of greenFlows through the dusk in ...
White is the evening nature of my thoughtWhen neutral time that drains the night of greenFlows through the dusk in ...
A man is standing in the hallHis house not recognizing.Her sudden leaving was a flight,Herself, maybe, surprising.The chaos reigning in ...
North of Solitary Mountain Templeand west of Chia Pavilionthe water's surface is flattenedby the wet feet of clouds.Early warblers dart ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
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