At the grave of Anastasia Baluk – Cross Stone (Ian Emberson Poem)
Anastasia and the sad snow falling a toiling sky and a long white line of hills a distant birthplace short ...
Anastasia and the sad snow falling a toiling sky and a long white line of hills a distant birthplace short ...
A weed is a flower in the wrong place, a flower is a weed in the right place, if you ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
I was picking blackberries when I thought of the strange girl at the mental hospital. Beautiful she was - quietly ...
Bright sari in a darkened street - the lilting grey of Yorkshire sky; rust requiems for demolished mills - repeating ...
Loneliness and aloneness they are not the same for the shell of the mind hears echoes of many seas it ...
Socket in peat-skinned skull of hill watching through Cyclops eye, the white-limbed clouds trapezing still that circus ring of sky. ...
Death came to me in a mini skirt As skittish as a kitten , And said : " I am ...
The brain - the brush here celebrate that long red stain seeping the universe . Was not the chink of ...
I must return to that valley of vision, gather again to me flocks, crescent moon and star; God - let ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
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