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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...

Kobayashi Kiyochika Eleven horsemen riding through a night Of swirling snow: none looks to left or right. Shiki fr. A Net of Fireflie...

    Robert Strong Woodward     Ice   Her house is armed to the teeth. Icicles bristle above my head as I shiver at her door. One lackadaisic...

          The Nativity   Unfold thy face, unmaske thy ray, Shine forth, bright Sunne, double the day. Let no malignant misty fume, Nor ...

             A. J. Casson        Laurentian Shield Hidden in wonder and snow, or sudden with summer, This land stares at the sun in a ...

House On a Cliff Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors The winking signal on the waste of sea. Indoors the sound of the wind, o...

Simon Garden Memory Green  Yes and when the warm unseasonable weather Comes at the year’s end of the next late year And t...