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Mayfliesby Michael R. Burchafter A. E. HousmanThese standing stones have stood the test of timebut who are you―and what are you―and why?As..
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Departedby Michael R. BurchAlready, I miss you,though your parting kiss is still warm on my lips.Now the floor is not strewn with your stockings and s..
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When I Was Small, I Grewby Michael R. BurchWhen I was small,God held me in thrall:Yes, He was my Allbut my spirit was crushed.As I grew oldermy passio..
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YearbookbyMichael R. BurchHere I scrawl extravagant rainbows.And there you go, skipping your way to school.And here we are, drifting apartlike untethe..
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ProgressbyMichael R. BurchThere is no sense of urgencyat the local Burger King.Birds and squirrels squabble outsidefor the last scraps of autumn:remna..
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Last Curtainby Rabindranath Tagoreloose translation/interpretation/modernization byMichael R. BurchI know the day comes when my eyes close,when my sig..
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Edna St. Vincent Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar ProfessorbyMichael R. BurchAfter a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,Millay hits the dor..
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Nashville and AndromedabyMichael R. BurchI have come to sit and think in the darkness once again.It is three a.m.; outside, the world sleeps . . .How ..
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Come!by Michael R. BurchWill you come to visit my grave, I wonder,in the season of lightning, the season of thunder,when I have lain so long in the in..
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Radianceby Michael R. Burchfor Dylan ThomasThe poet delves earth’s detritus―hard toil―for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels&rsqu..
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