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Early Christianity: A Poem | Rome
OK, says James, let them keep their foreskins.
Ron Smith
Pet of the Week
Oh, Salsa, I too
Cathleen Calbert
A Canticle Rehearsal in The Temple and The Waters Do Not Return, Even to Meribà
Oh, I am tired of my land,
Salvador Espriu
Tongue of Language | Nightmare
Oh tongue of language, moving with your comb
Annie Finch
The Good Hand
Often, without warning, my left hand
Julie Bruck
Bathroom Mirror
Often, when dazzled by sunlight,
James Longenbach
This Surface
Of the earth,
André du Bouchet
I Like to Tuck a Leaf
of some bright hue, say burgundy mauve,
Patricia Clark
The Last Harvest
Of course the snake is still here
J.P. Dancing Bear
A Meeting
Of all the disappointments
Brian Culhane
Monk’s Eye, #20
Of all rhythms he found day and night
Cees Nooteboom
“October, and the sun burnishes”
October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you
Ralph Culver
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