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  Grigoriy Myasoyedov   Autumn On the Land   A man, a field, silence—what is there to say? H...

      Heinrich Vogeler Autumn   There is wind where the rose was; Cold rain where the sweet grass was; And clouds like sheep  Stream o'e...

Chris Neale Prologue This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On a brea...

  Steven Outram     End of Summer An agitation of the air,  A perturbation of the light Admonished me the unloved year Would turn on...

Elena Yushina     "First on, there was nobbut God." Genesis 1:1  Yorkshire Dialect Translation Nobbut God        ...

Hans Iten Oysters     Our shells clacked on the plates. My tongue was a filling estuary, My palate hung with starlight:...

  Terry Watkinson     Two Campers in Cloud Country (Rock Lake, Canada)   In this country there is neither measure nor balance To redress th...