".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Sunday, February 17, 2013
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- Wave after Wave
- I know, I know, I know that this is changing me
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- 26
- Night Picnic
- Nishida
- Dear lost sharer of silences
- Earth
- The Harp
- February
- Flying at Night
- Companion
- Recite the list
- Valentine for Ernest Mann
- This much I do Remember
- The Breather
- Wanting to Die
- Yours is the name the leaves chatter
- The Vastness
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- Too often
- The terror
- On the Term of Exile
- After the Sea
- Just Now
- The Room
- The Time
- In the same country as you
- Abandoned Farmhouse
- Running along the egde of madness
- I have no notion of loving people by halves
- Palais d’Hiver
- Drawing, and Silence
- Autumn
- On music, myth, and shapely speech
- Lot's Wife
- So much light wrapping itself around us
- Sonnet
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- To admit
- Flying at Night
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- What's all this stuff about motivation?
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