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Sunday, November 30, 2008
Making Sense of Insomnia
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Down Narrow lane lined With night flowers Up to dawn.
Paean aka Παιάνας
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--for Elizabeth O Wonderful the ray Of sun Upon the freezing body, The drop of rain Upon the burning leaf; Pure, unmitigated Glory of footp...
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Lily
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She had an unearthly air Of innocence Even the nuns were ashamed of. (from The Intricate Evasions of As )
Friday, November 28, 2008
Last Scene
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Between sunset And moonset, With the old Moon in the arms Of the new, it seems as old As anything is, And as young As the new.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Big Bang
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The gang was getting pretty itchy-- They unhitched Those dazzling diamond- Studded belts, She hitched up That oh so plain Jane skirt Above h...
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