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Unlucky Jonah

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Here In The Thick Of Opals, Where The Horn Blurts

from the seaward mountain through the pall, Now fires are lit and the smug curtains drawn, Shock-headed clusters warm the dripping wall. A brazier or the perforated tin DONALD......

Cowboys Of Boys, Gangsters That Straddle Streets Like...

pause, sit lazy on your lip, Or dawdle near that fence, lean, watchful, spare— Then into love like heavy hitting fights With lurching limbs they hurtle through the air. These......

The Inarticulate

who know the swift profusion of night and day : the misty revolving moon and the lucid sun parade the varied backcloth of the sky. Their thinking ranges the wheeling galaxies,......