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The Madonna of Kazan and infant Jesus, In golden glow of their loving intimacy, Remind me of certain photographs of my wife, And of ou..

Clarissa makes a beeline, Whenever she sees me, She can’t talk and I don’t much, But when she enters the room or I do, ..

My father would arouse From a bad dream Screaming “Mama” “Mama” Who didn’t care much For loving anybody ..

Early in the morning, My father’s heavy tread down the stairs, To unbar the front door, The rooster’s crow, our dog ba..

Our children like new saplings rise, Through forests of their parents’ lives.

Mrs. H stills owns a house Overlooking the bay, Even though she has been living here every day, For at least a dozen years. Her ..

We are all from the one, And to the one shall return, We are all from home, And hope to return, We are all from war, And sa..

My sister loved Egypt as only a young girl can, But Egypt of the Pharaohs! Nothing more recent than Alexander, All arts and culture, ..

Maryann Clifford and Ethel Frame, Who I don’t think were beautiful then, But in their high school cheerleader routine, Short plea..

The night my loving sister died, With her quick delight and clever smile, I never even cried. For smaller things I wept with her. ..