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  • The Beautiful Hand

    Not a word.

  • Painting

    all things look as if

  • The Quarry, Pontaise

    To enter into the greens

  • Three Poems

    It was a beauty, made by the Hmong in Laos

  • On Sadness | On Beauty

    I noticed something strange and beautiful about the word “sad.”

  • Brasserie and An Annunciation of Blue

    We’re somehow in Closerie des Lilas,

  • “October, and the sun burnishes”

    October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you

  • The Bird that Begins it

    In the world-famous night which is already flinging away bits of dark but not

  • The Easy Way to Stop Drinking

    We are as flies in a pitcher plant,

  • EPHEBE WITH CYPRIPEDIUM

    Sweet ephebe, dear good friend,

  • Somewhere in Eastern Europe

    It was the year the townsfolk

  • Vesuvius

    No gazette ran the story,