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'Where are you? You were with me and are gone.
All the forgiven couples hurry on
To dinner and their nights, and none will stop
I run about in circles till I drop
Against a padlocked bulkhead in a yard
Where faces redden and the snow is hard.'
— Oct 08, 2022 06:40PM
All the forgiven couples hurry on
To dinner and their nights, and none will stop
I run about in circles till I drop
Against a padlocked bulkhead in a yard
Where faces redden and the snow is hard.'
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'December's daylight hours have gone their round
Of sorrows with the sun into the sound,
And still the grandsires battle through the slush
To storm the landing biplanes with a rush-
Until their cash and somersaulting snare
Fear with its fingered stop-watch in mid-air.'
— Oct 11, 2022 05:21PM
Of sorrows with the sun into the sound,
And still the grandsires battle through the slush
To storm the landing biplanes with a rush-
Until their cash and somersaulting snare
Fear with its fingered stop-watch in mid-air.'
finn
is on page 60 of 132
O Mother, I implore
Your scorched, blue thunderstorms of love to pour
Buckets of blessings on my burning head
Until I rise like Lazarus from the dead:
Lavabis nos et super nivem dealbabor.
— Oct 07, 2022 06:26PM
Your scorched, blue thunderstorms of love to pour
Buckets of blessings on my burning head
Until I rise like Lazarus from the dead:
Lavabis nos et super nivem dealbabor.
finn
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And then ad then again…the year is born
To ice and death, and it will never do
To skulk behind storm-windows by the stove
To hear the postgirl sounding her French horn
When the thin tidal ice is wearing through.
— Oct 04, 2022 06:34PM
To ice and death, and it will never do
To skulk behind storm-windows by the stove
To hear the postgirl sounding her French horn
When the thin tidal ice is wearing through.
