No map traces the street Where those two sleepers are. …
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The Shrike
When night comes black Such royal dreams beckon this man …
Read Poem »The Rival
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave …
Read Poem »The Ravaged Face
Outlandish as a circus, the ravaged face Parades the marketplace, …
Read Poem »The Queen’s Complaint
In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I …
Read Poem »The Other Two
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, …
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You come in late, wiping your lips. What did I …
Read Poem »The Night Dances
A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will …
Read Poem »The Munich Mannequins
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow …
Read Poem »The Moon and the Yew tree
“This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. …
Read Poem »The Manor Garden
The fountains are dry and the roses over. Incense of …
Read Poem »The Hermit At Outermost House
Sky and sea, horizon-hinged Tablets of blank blue, couldn’t, Clapped …
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