1O Rondel of Charles D'Orleans, #1 The season now has cast away its cloak, The clothes it wore of wind and rain and cold. The season sports the stitches, bright and bold, Of sunshine on a form...
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Len Krisak Counting Pentecosts The gifted dove looks down on us in flames; A present fire, it condescends with words: Its true love burns-the lyrics of a song. Twelve torches flicker from the...
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