YANG CHU’S POEMS 353
The wind is a philosopher.
The wind has blown down
The For Sale sign
Stuck into the earth
Of the vacant lot.
Duane Locke
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::INSIGHT::
What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see.
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- An Evening In Ljubjlana, Yugoslavia
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- Her Caress
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- A Visitor or Intruder or Enemy of Life
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- Luna Moth On Day of Eclipse*
- My Worst Act Is Talking to People Who Are Not Poets
- I Think I Reason In a Way Exactly the Reverse of t...
- Oh Glorious, Benevolent Spite--The Times Are Out o...
- The Day When the Familiar in My Life Changed
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- The Night When a Carnival Was Two Blocks From My H...
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Differing atmospheric pressures create a cosmic joke.
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