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  • Mirror
    I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
    Whatever I see I swallow immediately
    18 lines, 38 comments
  • Conversation Among The Ruins
    Through portico of my elegant house you stalk
    With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit
    15 lines, 4 comments
  • Daddy
    You do not do, you do not do
    Any more, black shoe
    80 lines, 19 comments
  • Apprehensions
    There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself-
    Infinite, green, utterly untouchable.
    22 lines, 5 comments
  • Winter Trees
    The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
    On their blotter of fog the trees
    15 lines, 3 comments
  • Years
    They enter as animals from the outer
    Space of holly where spikes
    25 lines, 2 comments
  • Letter In November
    Love, the world
    Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • Sheep In Fog
    The hills step off into whiteness.
    People or stars
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • Insomniac
    The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
    Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
    35 lines, 3 comments
  • Ariel
    Stasis in darkness.
    Then the substanceless blue
    31 lines, 8 comments
  • Child
    Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
    I want to fill it with color and ducks,
    12 lines, 5 comments
  • Fiesta Melons
    In Benidorm there are melons,
    Whole donkey-carts full
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Virgin In A Tree
    How this tart fable instructs
    And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap
    52 lines, 1 comment
  • Aftermath
    Compelled by calamity's magnet
    They loiter and stare as if the house
    14 lines, 3 comments
  • Among The Narcissi
    Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks,
    Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi.
    14 lines, 3 comments
  • The Munich Mannequins
    Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
    Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb
    28 lines, 2 comments
  • Balloons
    Since Christmas they have lived with us,
    Guileless and clear,
    31 lines, 2 comments
  • Nick And The Candlestick
    I am a miner. The light burns blue.
    Waxy stalactites
    55 lines, 1 comment
  • Polly's Tree
    A dream tree, Polly's tree:
    a thicket of sticks,
    42 lines, 1 comment
  • Edge
    The woman is perfected
    Her dead
    20 lines, 7 comments
  • Elm
    I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;
    It is what you fear.
    42 lines, 3 comments
  • Lady Lazarus
    I have done it again.
      One year in every ten
    110 lines, 16 comments
  • Morning Song
    Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
    The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
    18 lines, 3 comments
  • Poppies In October
    Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
    Nor the woman in the ambulance
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • The Disquieting Muses
    Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt
    Or what disfigured and unsightly
    56 lines, 1 comment
  • You're
    Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
    Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • Medusa
    Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs,
    Eyes rolled by white sticks,
    43 lines, 2 comments
  • Kindness
    Kindness glides about my house.
    Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Two Views Of A Cadaver Room
    The day she visited the dissecting room
    They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey,
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • Snakecharmer
    As the gods began one world, and man another,
    So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere
    28 lines, 2 comments
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