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Late in November, on a single nig… Not even near to freezing, the gin… That stand along the walk dropp al… In one consent, and neither to rai… But as though to time alone: the g…
For a saving grace, we didn’t see… Who rarely bothered coming home to… But simply stayed away out there In the clean war, the war in the a… Seldom the ghosts come back bearin…
Here at the Super Duper, in a gla… Supplied by a rill of cold fresh w… Running down a glass washboard at… And siphoned off at the other, and… Perpetually renewed, a herd of lob…
Two lovers to a midnight meadow ca… High in the hills, to lie there ha… Like effigies and look up at the s… The never-setting ones set in the… To circle the Pole in idiot majes…
Sparrows were feeding in a freezin… That while you watched turned into… Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, whit… There came a moment that you could…
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…
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…
Two universes mosey down the stree… Connected by love and a leash and… Mostly I look at lamplight throug… While he mooches along with tail u… Getting a secret knowledge through…
My child and I hold hands on the… And when I leave him at the first… He cries a little but is brave; he… Let go. My selfish tears remind m… I cried before that door a life ag…
By the dry road the fathers cough… This is their room. They are the… That bloody sun upon the southern… And crushed the armored beetle to… The father’s skin is seamed and dr…
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…
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…
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
Across the millstream below the br… Seven blue swallows divide the air In shapes invisible and evanescent… Kaleidoscopic beyond the mind’s Or memory’s power to keep them the…
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…