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Adriaen van Ostade Taxman Seven scythes leaned at the wall. Beard upon golden beard The last barley load Swayed throu...

    Agnelo Bronzino Words   Always the arriving winds of words Pour like Atlantic gales over these ears, These reefs, these foils and fender...

  Hubert Shuptrine   Top of the Stove And then she would lift her griddle tool from the kindling bin, hooking one end through a hole in...

To Night So thou art come again, old black-winged night, Like an huge bird, between us and the sun, Hiding, with out-stretched form,...

  Bavarian Gentians   Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and da...

Gwen Raverat from Contradictions: Tracking Poems 1. Look:        this is January      the worst onslaught is ahead of us        ...

    Spider Teacher of Swedenborg and St. John of the Cross, First anchorite, mysterious builder -- From the dark corner of my room His desti...