Mnemosyne (Ivan Lalic Poems)
1. Autumn like a slap in the face, on the threshold of SeptemberIn Aquileia: the wipers peel the rainAnd the ...
1. Autumn like a slap in the face, on the threshold of SeptemberIn Aquileia: the wipers peel the rainAnd the ...
The ice has gone.Behind the windscreenyou can now graspa handfulof windlike a small helpless birddropped from the nestwhich searchesonly for ...
There's a little sallow idle man lives north of Waterloo,And he owns the toughest music hall in town.There are broken ...
The tightness and the nilness round that space when the car stops in the road, the troops inspect its make ...
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
On my desk, a set of labels or a synopsis of leeks, blanched by the sun and trailing their roots ...
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