POETRY THOUGHTS IN EDEN W. S. Di Piero No mesas here, no high desert blooming with Indian paintbrush and lupine, no rhino-corrugated hills or jungle canopy permafrost ice sheets fiords...
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POETRY THE POWER HOSE W. S. Di Piero They leveled what was left of the funeral pyres, Set apart the cold bones, ashes chilled by cold, And covered over these ashes and bones....
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ENTER YOU, WAVING W. S. Di Piero There you were, last year, just inside the door, hand raised like a happy Etruscan lord reposing on his limestone tomb. Bunched tweeds, blue work shirt,...
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IN THE BASILICA OF SAN VITALE W. S. Di Piero The old conclude their silent prayers and ease their slow bones from empty pews. We unbelievers take pictures. Different dreamers, aching...
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POETRY STANDING BY THE SHUTTERS W. S. Di Piero Still nobody at the door. Junk mail and spam. Robocalls from the Orient. I’ll deep fry a turkey and eat it all myself, share nothing with...
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Two Poems by W. S. Di Piero TALKING TO MY VOICE As if during la peste you were my nervous guest, and me your host: I followed practices I knew: lemon tea, horehounds, sleep, and beseeched your...
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elsewhere to Benjamin (p. 100). Circumcision symbolizes both castration and sexual fertility(the glans of the penis is exposed as in an uncircumcised erect penis). Thus the male becomes a...
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safe passage between Scylla and It has always been the great flaw of terials he has drawn an occasionally stem Charybdis in matching furs. Hollywood that...
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