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Once the die had been fashioned,
fired …
Once man could speak of his
dominion …
Of fish fowl and flower, heaven
and earth &he..
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'foretelling perhaps ...'
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Old men often wake too late to
recall
their long-sailed dreams. The brevity
of youth,
that tomorrow that never came,
in the fall
become..
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Hail Guiseppe, my friends, is a
seldom heard greeting
between Romans anymore. Along
the banks
of the Tiber, querying the ides,
Democracy&rs..
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Behold, beware, Mycenae, the
befated Orestes,
Agamemnon’s cold-shouldered
heir, back from Athens --
today’s the day for settling
..
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"same name, same theme as an earlier poem, but this more towards the writer, poem that prompted the thought'
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Late in the day you’re likely to
find him
stretched between two calloused
palms, drink in hand,
looking east, deaf to the sun. Tha..
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The last reticent wisp of a
Roman
breeze blustering behind me -- sunset
almost
at hand -- the crux of this
long-ago decision
clutches th..
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Dawn twice betided that doomsday
morning;conventionally with a c**k’s
crow -- thenwithout warning, three hours
later, when Hades unleashed th..
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'companion to Adam"
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