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A Desolate City

  • To the Worried: A Letter from the Ghostly Wind

    Know me, worried soul, and let your mind find rest in peace, for in me there is no mocking evil role,
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  • The Tear-Shedder

    A stump of a tree trunk— Thus looks a man. With no crown, tears pour forth
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  • Facing the Document

    Facing me, the document. You chose a font, typists, Factually impartial,
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  • An Ink Stain on a Page

    "Draw me a bouquet,” she asks, “A green stem, each leaf refreshed with a bead of dew, Flowers in every color of the rainbow—draw them for me,
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  • Forgive Me, Land

    Forgive me, land, I do not know to write poems on clods of earth. Thy rocks are hard, thy brooks deceiving,
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  • Farewell and Compassion

    When will you cease to part? When will it be enough? Enough standing in the doorway, waving farewell,
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  • A Desolate City

    My friends, my shepherds, like lions, knew not to retreat, Nor now will they stray like sheep. I shall walk upon thy hills, through thy valleys, along thy horizons,
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