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It is true, that even in the best-… Such things will happen; it is tru… What’s done is done. The law, whe… Our hatred, sees no fire in the fl… But by the smoke, and not for thou…
My dear, I wonder if before the e… You ever thought about a children’… I’m sure you must have played it t… You ran along a narrow garden wall Pretending it to be a mountain led…
After the red leaf and the gold ha… Brought down by the wind, then by… Bruised and discolored, when Octo… Goes blue to guttering in the cusp… Sinks deeper into silence, darker…
after information received in The… The population center of the USA Has shifted to Potosi, in Missour… The calculation employed by author… In arriving at this dislocation as…
Earth’s Wrath at our assaults is… But relentless when it does. It h… With catastrophic change, and with… At which one order more of Magnit… Will bring us to a qualitative cha…
You know the old story Ann Lander… About the houseife in her basement… She’s wearing her nightie, and she… I might’s well put this in as well… Being dripped on by a leaky pipe p…
This morning, between two branches… Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry a… I test his early-warning system an… It works, he scrambles forth in sa…
They’re taking down a tree at the… The power saw is snarling at some… Whining at others. Now and then i… And sawdust falls like snow or a d… Rotten, they tell us, at the fork,…
He didn’t want to do it with skill… He’d had enough of skill. If he n… Another villanelle, it would be to… And the same went for sonnets. If… Hard work learning to rime, it wou…
On the long shore, lit by the moon To show them properly alone, Two lovers suddenly embraced So that their shadows were as one. The ordinary night was graced
Still half drunk, after a night at… with the grey dawn taking us unawa… among our guilty kings and queens,… far North in the morning, winners,… to a stream in the high hills, to…
A door sunk in a hillside, with a… thick as the boy’s arm, and behi… the walls of ice, melting a blue,… an air of cedar branches, sawdust,… decaying seasons keeping from deca…
The fishermen on Lake Michigan, s… For kicks, they spit two hunks of… At either end of a single length o… And toss that up among the scaveng… Who go for it so fast that often t…
A peels an apple, while B kneels… C telephones to D, who has a hand On E’s knee, F coughs, G turns u… For H’s grave, I do not understan… But J is bringing one clay pigeon…
Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no… And be sustained upon the style al… Like the Holy Ghost cruising abov… The abyss, or like the little anim…
