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Transformation He was so young, so ardent, and his bow So swift and sure. He made his violin sing Immaculate strains. Exquisite music poured Like floods of sunlight from an angel's...
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Deaf The marvel of sound was but an empty fact Until he sat immured to any hearing; When suddenly the universe, compact, Was flung about his ears made keen by fearing. Imprisoned so no utterance...
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J^(^'tt; Autumn Is Here Now Autumn is here I yearn for a Roman villa (A villa and peace!) With mosaics of grapevines twined with the leopards of Bacchus, And a bronze faun from Greece Standing...
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The Stranger We found him dead when we came in from work; The week before, he'd come along the trail That cuts our ledge where we've tunneled it And where our shack is built against the...
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712 I Went Wishing for Inaudible Songs I went wishing for inaudible songs To lift me out of sorrow, And saw a plump bird picking Fat worms from a furrow. In the brown brush at the...
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610 POEMS The Faun In the recurrent dawn and dew He cut a reed and notched it true; Tra-lal tra-lal tra-lira-la! Right merrily he blew and blew. He puffed his cheeks, he pursed his lips; The...
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Olechowski, Jan
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(June 1930)
