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  • Lily of the Forest

    On the slopes of Mt. Ślęża, the cult

  • Two Poems

    The clarity of familiar faces

  • Aspect

    The spirit’s simulacra have obtained

  • BORN ON

    The twelfth of July, like Neruda, wouldn’t

  • Soaked, by Marilyn Kallet

    At the friary lunch we chat about End of Days,

  • Winter Morning and Ceci n’est pas un pot

    I can easily imagine someone always doubting before he opened his front door whether

  • To Anything at All

    Our father who is neither ours nor a father but farther and nearer,

  • Litterature

    I am pleased

  • Autobiography and Primo

    long before I wanted a drink     I wanted a drink     and it’s been

  • Coda alla Vaccinara | A Dusting

    From Keats’s grave, past the Paladiana and Coyote

  • Alone at the New Year

    An instant of awe, then, afterwards,

  • Two Poems

    My brain is such a bully—wash your face, comb your hair,