(After Johannes Vermeer)
For a time her world is what she reads,
she grasps it in both hands.
Must appearances always cheat?
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Black Pansies
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Dark holes in the blue blaze of every day’s sky-inflected flowers, they spread nothing of cheer like the blithe tricolor heart’s-ease. Under the nodding hours of columbines they flutter their […]
Now She Sleeps
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Now she sleeps, my little one. I can give at least this present tense, an active mood. Among all the males of the line I’d hoped there was one who […]
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