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On the high horse of hymns I sing stretched by the remains of the colossal odds, praised by the roots of the sun and the pulse of earth vibrating in l..
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In a cheap hotel room in Paris, I see
the horns of the Notre Dame
as the flame of the evening sky,
lights my cigarette.
I sit down
a..
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EVER SINCE CORNELIA came out of her mother’s womb, the windows to her soul were always open. The four winds of heaven blew the dust from her sha..
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…Out from her shell coffin, she undressed among the nightingales and threw her robes to the sky! Her rosy breasts fresh like a singing bird, t..
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It is the third dream of spring.I spent the afternoon reading French poetry and observed the rare posture of late flowers. I smoked tea, watered the d..
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WHERE THE TIGERS CAME FROM nobody knew. My sleepy quiet English village had never known anything fiercer than the eyes of a raven. The tigers roamed i..
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I visited Aunt Elma every year, usually in the summer time. She lived in a chateau in the French countryside. As a child she would take me boating o..
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Underneath the folds of flower petals, the blue waters of affection, With its magical shapes; kiss like a nymph the image of my stars.Above skies of e..
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Out of my window an owl was sat perched on a branch, looking rather pleased with itself (as most owls do). The night luminous with bluebells ringing i..
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Orlando Belmonte had spring in his eyes. The sunshine bounced of his pupils like a mirror from some strange land. He made the most of it by seducing w..
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