Littlefoot, 19, [This is the bird hour] by Charles Wright This is the bird hour, peony blossoms falling bigger than wren hearts
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After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard by Charles Wright East of me, west of me, full summer.
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Body and Soul by Charles Wright The world's body is not our body
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Body and Soul II by Charles Wright The structure of landscape is infinitesimal,
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Early Saturday Afternoon, Early Evening by Charles Wright
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Grace II by Charles Wright it's true the aspirations of youth burn down to char stirps with the years
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Last Supper by Charles Wright I seem to have come to the end of something, but don’t know what
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Little Ending by Charles Wright Bowls will receive us
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Relics by Charles Wright After a time, Hoss, it makes such little difference what anyone writes
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Sentences II by Charles Wright Last chapter, last verse
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When You're Lost in Juarez in the Rain and It's Easter Time Too by Charles Wright
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Words and the Diminution of All Things by Charles Wright The brief secrets are still here,
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