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Sing swift and savagely! Remember your day’s atramental muses, imagines of where life ought to have led, if only hand and feet had..

Betrayed by their youth, the graying currents, old men reluctantly turn back, recall the black and white of sun-flowered kodaks-- the po..

Immured a starless keep… still and unversed blank abyss… black--as only black inhered before the proemial dam burst… b..

Once the die had been fashioned, fired … Once man could speak of his dominion … Of fish fowl and flower, heaven and earth &he..

'foretelling perhaps ...'

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..

Hail Guiseppe, my friends, is a seldom heard greeting between Romans anymore. Along the banks of the Tiber, querying the ides, Democracy&rs..

Behold, beware, Mycenae, the befated Orestes, Agamemnon’s cold-shouldered heir, back from Athens -- today’s the day for settling ..

"same name, same theme as an earlier poem, but this more towards the writer, poem that prompted the thought'

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..