FIRST LETTER (Vlanes Poems)
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
I. You liked your scrolls ? - Here they are. The manuscript of your book ? - Here it is. ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Today your things depart. Your faience cup fell off the table at sunrise and cracked. Your old grey dog did ...
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