Perspective false and canvas full of tears,
The painted backdrop terminates real stairs;
And toward that point at which they vanish, paint
Or hole, an act of faith impels, not saint,
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A Song to Be Vindicated
A little like the Macon, drawing-board baroque, An ornate rocket ship knifes through the inked-in smoke, Her life-class pilot faceless. Is it Flash? Brick? Buck? And in that Art Nouveau […]
Theatro Amazonas (Manaos)
Mosaic sidewalks phase the downcast vision, And where it lifts, the solid dome has pulse—As if that afterimage, wholly motion, Unfettered structure from the space it fills; As if the […]
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