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  • They called the place Lookout Farm.
    Back then, the sun
    27 lines
  • My father kept a vaulted conch
    By two bronze bookends of ships in sail,
    34 lines
  • This is newness : every little tawdry
    Obstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar,
    9 lines
  • Nightfall, cold eye—neither disheartens
    These goatish tragedians who
    27 lines
  • O maiden aunt, you have come to call.
    Do step into the hall!
    56 lines
  • Woodsmoke and a distant loudspeaker
    Filter into this clear
    21 lines
  • That lofty monarch, Monarch Mind,
    Blue-blooded in coarse contry reigned;
    12 lines
  • I came before the water ---
    Colorists came to get the
    90 lines
  • Midnight in the mid-Atlantic. On deck.
    Wrapped up in themselves as in thick veiling
    36 lines
  • Hearing a white saint rave
    About a quintessential beauty
    40 lines
  • The enormous mortgage must be paid somehow,
    so if you can dream up any saving plan
    23 lines
  • An ill wind is stalking
    While evil stars whir
    28 lines
  • First frost, and I walk among the rose-fruit, the marble toes
    Of the Greek beauties you brought
    24 lines
  • Rosebud, knot of worms,
    Heir of the first five
    53 lines
  • Begin by dipping your brush into clear light.
    Then syncopate a sky of Dufy-blue
    16 lines
  • Sunlight strikes a glass of grapefruit juice,
    flaring green through philodendron leaves
    28 lines
  • The ordinary milkman brought that dawn
    Of destiny, delivered to the door
    14 lines
  • Mud-mattressed under the sign of the hag
    In a clench of blood, the sleep-talking virgin
    8 lines
  • An old beast ended in this place:
    A monster of wood and rusty teeth.
    42 lines
  • Clocks belled twelve. Main street showed otherwise
    Than its suburb of woods : nimbus---
    16 lines
  • 'Tea leaves I've given up,
    And that crooked line
    20 lines
  • Through fen and farmland walking
    With my own country love
    20 lines
  • From fabrication springs the spiral stair
    up which the wakeful princess climbs to find
    103 lines, 1 comment
  • It is a chilly god, a god of shades,
    Rises to the glass from his black fathoms.
    32 lines
  • Today we move in jade and cease with garnet
    Amid the ticking jeweled clocks that mark
    16 lines
  • Gerd sits spindle-shaped in her dark tent,
    Lean face gone tawn with seasons ,
    48 lines
  • Grub-white mulberries redden among leaves.
    I'll go out and sit in white like they do,
    30 lines
  • The winter landscape hangs in balance now,
    Transfixed by glare of blue from gorgon's eye;
    15 lines
  • Anansi, black busybody of the folktales,
    You scuttle out on impulse
    38 lines
  • Above whorled, spindling gorse,
    Sheepfoot-flattened grasses,
    19 lines
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