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that keep their shape before dissolving into rheumy mites, are pregnant with cancelled dreams. Peer as we might what lies there are our pygmy wishes. More light, the poet on his deathbed said, let in more light pink fingerlings...

In socket and ball Vesalius saw a grand design — from intricate flexed knees inferred a Jeweler filigreeing worlds. Pound viewed askance such memes: beneath seen forms perceived blind anguish multiplying — clocks...

From L’Allegria/Cheerfulness (1914-1919) by Guiseppi Ungaretti Part 1, Ultime/Latest Un occhio di stelle ci spia da quello stagno e filtra la sua benedizione ghicciata su quest’acquario di sonnambula noia   In the Gallery...

from Sentimento del Tempo, 1919-1935 Scade flessuosa la pianura d’acqua. Nelle sue urne il sole Ancora segreto si bagna. Una carnagione lieve transcorre. Ed ella apre improvvisa ai seni La grande mitezza degli occhi. L’ombra...

from Sentimento del Tempo, 1919-1925 Gioventu impietrita, O statua, o staua dell’abisso umano . . . Il gran tumulto dopo tanto viaggio Corrode uno scoglio A fiore di labbra.   Statue 1927 from Sentiment of Time, 1919-1925...

From L’Allegria/Cheerfulness (1914-1919) by Guiseppi Ungaretti Part 1, Ultime/Latest Anche le tombe sono scomparse Spazio nero infinito calato il mio compagno arabo che s’e ucciso l’altra sera Rifa giorno Tornano le tombe...

ABOVE A SPIRE BY RICHARD ERIC JOHNSON clouds color shadow shades grays make black thunder heads white lightning sounds quake destiny departs left over moon bloom to blue clear skies vision in...

fresco baby Jesus high in the dome grown man features a mocking smile looking down his blue gowned marble mother meditates in sanctuary her head cocked sideways lidless eyes staring past high altar towards some unknown where...

They said she had cancer. People did. That’s all. They whispered it like a scandal. I was just divorced. My emptiness had pockets. We were both in The Optimist Club. She called me up one Sunday. Would I pick up her paper for her...

It is such a cruel, casual world, the nuns told me. It will betray you as it betrayed Him. It is to be feared and forgiven, this life on fire with sin. Yet as I leave the Sunday School I release my hands from my handlebars...

There is much to praise in a heaven for pigeons and poets who like to wander and wonder in circles, and Dome’s Peanuts has its own ars poetica, seeks no explanations, simply assumes its steamed window purity, knows to abide the...

By the shores of the Nile, languorous on her pillowed chaise, Cleopatra stained her lips crimson with crushed carmine beetles, while Mesopotamian girls strolled along the banks of the Euphrates, their smiles drenched in powdered...