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for Valentine's Day

Alone, with friends, a date, amid a crowd I shuffle up an incline, down a stairs. Why does the music always seem so loud? ..

Beside him, silent, stately, on his right, the old magician's fair assistant stands alert, yet selfless, keeping out of..

"Tunc praecurrit comis..." Years ago, St. Jerome-- Don't give me that look! I'm NOT off the subject and this is NOT a s..

Sharp trickster, how we loved to watch you tie our muddled minds into a knotted maze. Your jests and jokes did twist each ..

Just stop and listen. Don't you have some song or other all day running 'round your brain? Why THAT tune? Each one's driving me insane. Some..

It doesn't have to be a germ at wait. Just anything my body thinks is strange, some substance I inhaled or touched or ate and inst..

Perhaps you don't want me to know you're done. Your thought's complete. Perhaps you don't want me to note an insert, cl..

'But Poetry's dead.' They say (and Art and Drama, Music too) No Muse. No Bard. 'To write in verse and meter's simply wr..

That brilliant paradox on Keats' Urn would seem the pinnacle of art. But truth is rarely beautiful I've learned and beauty's sel..