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  • Visitor’s Coming

    I’ve laid out

  • Abbatoir Time

    The widower pushed the tailgate shut and fell.

  • The Host of Turns

    We were gathered in this kind of circus-tent,

  • And After the Ark

    what was left behind was astounding:

  • From the River of News

    The President and his opponent both speaking in Ohio—

  • Bad Line in a Bad Paragraph

    Where "grab a bite"

  • Poem in the Old Style

    At the beginning of the play Hecuba was mourning her great losses. She made lists, blamed the Gods: they could

  • Nursing Home

    She had dreams fifty years ago

  • Last Poem

    Reader, today

  • A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres

    Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.

  • The Shape of Things

    I’ve been reading the science books again

  • Standing by a Coppice Gate, Reading “The Darkling Thrush”

    The city gate loomed at century’s end,