POEMS

I SIT DOWN PEACEFULLY WITH MY BOOK – Edward James / When soon ideas you begin to see.

Medicate me, with a peaceful pile of letters. When his father died, he inherited a huge property in Sussex. The…

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UNTIL ONLY INFINITY REMAINED OF BEAUTY – John Ashbery / Writing poems, in the increasingly convincing darkness.

When somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you. Many of the works on display had never been exhibited before. Recently,…

5 years ago