"The ancient law: / the mass cannot be sung / without the wax".
“A cabbage white / bluster at the edge of sight.”
I wonder if they still are, wonder why, / While barely knowing a blue tit from a bullfinch, / I’m so stuck on old military hardware.
". . . in the quietest corner / of the Jardin du Luxembourg. . ."
"And through its stems the creatures/track their errands"
A snapshot of Kosovo.
“The adulteress” and “The H Man”.
He made his name / From being bulletproof.
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