The river is within us
A dish, grapes, on an autumn table
Bucket
A distant granite
Chain
A woman lying naked in the cornfield
Nail
Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception
Light
I do not know much about Gods
Radio
I met men and women constantly dissatisfied
Jig-saw
I stayed, iced-in, in a dark cabin
Clouds
In the years since I saw you
Lady, darkness
She called for her husband
The clink of wires in the wind
The dwellers in cities
Monkeys
The night dies at ten-past-two, the time of the rat-people
The river is a strong brown god
The sea has many voices
A burned man
The shattered lobster-pot, the broken oar
The silent withering of autumn flowers
The woods are full of men with umbrellas
Unweave, unwind, unravel
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