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The Great Carbuncle
We came over the moor-top Through air streaming and green-lit, …
Read Poem »The Goring
Arena dust rusted by four bulls’ blood to a dull …
Read Poem »The Glutton
He, hunger-strung, hard to slake, So fitted is for my …
Read Poem »The Ghost’s Leavetaking
Enter the chilly no-man’s land of about Five o’clock in …
Read Poem »The Fearful
This man makes a pseudonym And crawls behind it like …
Read Poem »The Eye-Mote
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of …
Read Poem »The Everlasting Monday
Thou shalt have an everlasting Monday and stand in the …
Read Poem »The Disquieting Muses
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly …
Read Poem »The Death Of Myth-Making
Two virtues ride, by stallion, by nag, To grind our …
Read Poem »The Dead
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls …
Read Poem »The Couriers
The word of a snail on the plate of a …
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