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Sitting Outside at the End of Autumn | |
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Reading Lao Tzu Again in the New Year | |
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Under the Nine Trees in January | |
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After Reading Wang Wei, I Go Outside to the Full Moon | |
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Easter 1989 | |
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Reading Rorty and Paul Celan One Morning in Early June | |
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After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard | |
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Thinking of David Summers at the Beginning of Winter | |
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Cicada | |
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Tennessee Line | |
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Looking Outside the Cabin Window, I Remember a Line by Li Po | |
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Mid-winter Snowfall in the Piazza Dante | |
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Sprung Narratives | |
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Broken English | |
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Maple on the Hill | |
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Chickamauga | |
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Still Life on a Matchbox Lid | |
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Blaise Pascal Lip-syncs the Void | |
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Winter-Worship | |
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The Silent Generation | |
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An Ordinary Afternoon in Charlottesville | |
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Mondo Angelico | |
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Mondo Henbane | |
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Miles Davis and Elizabeth Bishop Fake the Break | |
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Peccatology | |
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East of the Blue Ridge, Our Tombs Are in the Dove's Throat | |
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"Not everyone can see the truth, but he can be it" | |
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As Our Bodies Rise, Our Names Turn into Light | |
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Absence Inside an Absence | |
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Still Life with Spring and Time to Burn | |
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With Simic and Marinetti at the Giubbe Rosse | |
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To the Egyptian Mummy in the Etruscan Museum at Cortona | |
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With Eddie and Nancy in Arezzo at the Caffe Grande | |
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There Is No Shelter | |
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Watching the Equinox Arrive in Charlottesville, September 1992 | |
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Waiting for Tu Fu | |
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Paesaggio Notturno | |
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Still Life with Stick and Word | |
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Summer Storm | |
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Looking West from Laguna Beach at Night | |
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Looking Again at What I Looked At for Seventeen Years | |
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Looking Across Laguna Canyon at Dusk, West-by-Northwest | |
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Venexia I | |
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Venexia II | |
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Yard Work | |
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Apologia Pro Vita Sua | |
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Envoi | |
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Poem Half in the Manner of Li Ho | |
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Meditation on Form and Measure | |
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Poem Almost Wholly in My Own Manner | |
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Meditation on Summer and Shapelessness | |
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The Appalachian Book of the Dead | |
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Umbrian Dreams | |
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October II | |
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Lives of the Saints | |
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Christmas East of the Blue Ridge | |
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Negatives II | |
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Lives of the Artists | |
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Deep Measure | |
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Thinking of Winter at the Beginning of Summer | |
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Jesuit Graves | |
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Meditation on Song and Structure | |
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Sitting at Dusk in the Back Yard After the Mondrian Retrospective | |
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Black Zodiac | |
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China Mail | |
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Disjecta Membra | |
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Stray Paragraphs in February, Year of the Rat | |
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Stray Paragraphs in April, Year of the Rat | |
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Basic Dialogue | |
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Star Turn | |
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A Bad Memory Makes You a Metaphysician, a Good One Makes You a Saint | |
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Thinking about the Poet Larry Levis One Afternoon in Late May | |
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In the Kingdom of the Past, the Brown-Eyed Man Is King | |
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Passing the Morning under the Serenissima | |
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Venetian Dog | |
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In the Valley of the Magra | |
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Returned to the Yaak Cabin, I Overhear an Old Greek Song | |
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Ars Poetica II | |
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Cicada Blue | |
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All Landscape Is Abstract, and Tends to Repeat Itself | |
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Opus Posthumous | |
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Quotations | |
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The Appalachian Book of the Dead II | |
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Indian Summer II | |
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Autumn's Sidereal, November's a Ball and Chain | |
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The Writing Life | |
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Reply to Wang Wei | |
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Giorgio Morandi and the Talking Eternity Blues | |
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Drone and Ostinato | |
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Ostinato and Drone | |
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"It's Turtles All the Way Down" | |
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Half February | |
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Back Yard Boogie Woogie | |
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The Appalachian Book of the Dead III | |
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Opus Posthumus II | |
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Body Language | |
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"When You're Lost in Juarez, in the Rain, and It's Eastertime Too" | |
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The Appalachian Book of the Dead IV | |
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Spring Storm | |
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Early Saturday Afternoon, Early Evening | |
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"The Holy Ghost Asketh for Us with Mourning and Weeping Unspeakable" | |
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The Appalachian Book of the Dead V | |
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Star Turn II | |
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After Reading T'ao Ch'ing, I Wander Untethered Through the Short Grass | |
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Remembering Spello, Sitting Outside in Prampolini's Garden | |
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After Rereading Robert Graves, I Go Outside to Get My Head Together | |
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American Twilight | |
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The Appalachian Book of the Dead VI | |
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Landscape as Metaphor, Landscape as Fate and a Happy Life | |
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Opus Posthumus III | |
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Step-children of Paradise | |
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Freezing Rain | |
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Thinking about the Night Sky, I Remember a Poem by Tu Fu | |
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North American Bear | |
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If You Talk the Talk, You Better Walk the Walk | |
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St. Augustine and the Arctic Bear | |
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Sky Diving | |
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