Add to ORKGLong furlongs flew I, alone afoot, From larks and trees and precious things Toward bleak despair or ...
( ... the campanile stands like some medieval watchtower... ) What do you watch, You solitary old ha...
Vacant Cloudstrips stretching nowhere basking in patterned rings of blue. I look and see not two not...
When you were three you found it hard To climb a stair, But trustingly you struggled up..
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
It is morning. The cool deliberate spacing of witless sun in a blind mute gray..
Twisting and turning recklessly It staggers out of the mountains, And, straightening, stretches out ...
Fishing, sailing, climbing . . . taken twice; Kid brother left behind Upsetting carts . . . eating a...
Bare branches reach upward in silent symphony of grace to web ashen sky with delicate pattern and I,...
Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetla...
Bare, pearl-white promise of the morning . Light, frivolous odors that weigh down the winds Curved a...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
through mucous windows the night sky a deep velvet dress exposed to me a creamy-crescent breast the ...
An old woman, face lined with time\u27s scratches and slipping spectacles, plays the collar of her p...
Long furlongs flew I, alone afoot, From larks and trees and precious things Toward bleak despair or ...
( ... the campanile stands like some medieval watchtower... ) What do you watch, You solitary old ha...
Vacant Cloudstrips stretching nowhere basking in patterned rings of blue. I look and see not two not...
When you were three you found it hard To climb a stair, But trustingly you struggled up..
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
It is morning. The cool deliberate spacing of witless sun in a blind mute gray..
Twisting and turning recklessly It staggers out of the mountains, And, straightening, stretches out ...
Fishing, sailing, climbing . . . taken twice; Kid brother left behind Upsetting carts . . . eating a...
Bare branches reach upward in silent symphony of grace to web ashen sky with delicate pattern and I,...
Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetla...
Bare, pearl-white promise of the morning . Light, frivolous odors that weigh down the winds Curved a...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
through mucous windows the night sky a deep velvet dress exposed to me a creamy-crescent breast the ...
An old woman, face lined with time\u27s scratches and slipping spectacles, plays the collar of her p...
Long furlongs flew I, alone afoot, From larks and trees and precious things Toward bleak despair or ...
( ... the campanile stands like some medieval watchtower... ) What do you watch, You solitary old ha...
Vacant Cloudstrips stretching nowhere basking in patterned rings of blue. I look and see not two not...