Poems

The Event.

The Event. Lo, how they weave — the imperturbable three — Those threads that are my destiny: Steadily at the eternal task they’re bent Industrious . […]

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The Fiddler

The Fiddler “There’s be no roof to shelter you; You’ll have no where to lay your head. And who will get your food for you? Star-dust […]

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