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  Unknown Shadow   Mine is falling beside me, a right-angle Taking my measure by the slant of the sun. He sifts through grass, encloses whol...

    Henri Matisse, Open Window You and you, in the pink Matisse: Open window, Collioure 1906   Allow that the sea is pink, rich lobster pink...

Olivia Clifton-Bligh       Toad Stop looking like a purse. How could a purse Squeeze under the rickety door and sit, ...

  Paolo Quaresima Ode To Clothing    Each morning you’re waiting My clothing, on a chair For me to fill you With my vanity, my love My h...

    Dmitry Sysoev The Enkindled Spring    This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of green-fire trees, and flame-g...

    John Wainwright Another Spring   If I might see another Spring, I’d not plant summer flowers and wait: I’d have my crocuses at once, ...

James McBey The Beast in the Space Shut up. Shut up. There’s nobody here. If you think you hear somebody knocking On the other s...