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Soldiers who know no wine and no penumbra
behead the sirens on seas of lead. -
Glosa composed of Echo Sonnets
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Glosa composed of Loose Sapphic Stanzas
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Glosa~ (B)
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You call on the old light that stays on the brow,
not descending to the mouth or the heart of man. -
A desire for forms and limits overwhelms us.
Here comes the man who sees with a yellow ruler. -
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God, grant me serenity
To accept the things I can not changeby vampedvixen 27 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 28 3:25 PM 2008. In glosa -
The hardness of the sky upon that day
will be as rubies, that day you will grieve -
An ode based on four lines of Rilke's poem "Buddha in Glory"
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