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  • Petrarch’s Poem 269, from Rerum vulgarium fragmenta, translated from Italian by Lee Harlin Bahan

    The high column and the green laurel

  • Inner City Canal

    This water tumbling over the canal locks

  • Cotton Candy

    At first it gives like a sponge, elastically, and you think you’ll only make an

  • Battle Hymn of the Republic

    God, could Kieran sing!—

  • Of Course

    If I wake at 3, ephemerality

  • The Willows in Winter in the Boston Public Garden

    In the sun’s white

  • Breathing Room

    Not every week,

  • The Real River

    Gauze gaze, the present’s freeze never sticks.

  • Separation

    Slumbering suburbs, calm depths of summer.

  • The Wayfarer

    When the wings of the triptych are open as

  • I Can’t Tell If the Light Is Whispering “Loss” in My Ear or Imprinting Darkness on My Body

    At the last house,

  • Poem to Circe IV

    Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.