‘Faust Foresees His End’: A Poem by Martin Briggs
Faust Foresees His End Now, as holy darkness falls And curfew reigns within the walls, To each gatehouse troops ...
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Paul: I confess, I am mesmerized watching men operate such machines. I believe it to be an art form. Your…
Thank you, Paul!
Olive grove, ancient, fruitful, solar factory, supernal abode!
sun and moon fighting a faceless clock ticks sideways pond dry and empty
Sky-striding Perseus-- In the wintery heavens Andromeda waits.
