The hope a mooncalf follows
is sacrifice for slaughter,
and yet the wings of swallows
still skip across the water. 

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Ezra Pound Enters the Tent

No, this is not a station in the metro, this

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A Tiny Glow

Without the moon or stars to guide his sight, without

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A Warning to Dissidents

Yes, pretty soon now they’ll be at your door. They’ve

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St. Martin’s Cemetery

New Derry, Westmoreland County, PA   Grandfather Lawrence, whom I

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