Poems

Thora

Thora Come under my cloak, my darling! Thou little Norwegian main! Nor wind, nor rain, nor rolling sea Shall chill or make thee afraid. Come close, […]

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As A Computer

As A Computer Gazali used a lake as a computer, Carrying pragmas to the Seljuks, He denied the four directions, always looked up, Assuming a first […]

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Face Of Pheasant

Face Of Pheasant Face of pheasant is an atmospheric event I’ve learnt this from the hunter-columnist of Luck Wild ducks beat wings on water By turns […]

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Rose

Rose Seated at the core of the rose I weep As I die in the Street each night Ahead and beyond all unmindful Pang upon pang […]

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Two Hearts

Two Hearts The shortest way between two hearts: Two arms Extending to each other and occasionally Touching another by finger tips only. I’m running to the […]

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