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To Pantheon and Back
Lower your head, Ezra Pound; methinks you’ve been too proud. Lend your ear, and I’ll speak profound...

June
We arranged the chess pieces on a silver serving tray as a mingled array of white and black for corresponding squares - so that, despite my efforts, the Queen could not attack...

I Think I Have Grown

Always roaming, but have I grown
from the boy rolling naked in the snow?
Go on reaching, in each house and home,
but when the stretched hand returns, it comes back alone.
Always thinking, but what have I known?
I knew but polite words and a mistaken tone.
Waves retreat the shores, and leave behind some foam,
unveiling a seagull's head smashed with a stone.
Always roaming, and I think I have grown,
still a naked boy, but now cold in the snow.

By JPV