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- Page 17 and 18: 3 Listen! October is coming! It wil
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- Page 21 and 22: NOT YEARS ENOUGH How many autumns m
- Page 23 and 24: THE SAILOR AND THE OAK NYMPHS Oak w
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- Page 31 and 32: They fell at last into the maw of t
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- Page 38 and 39: And I would rise, slide out of soil
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- Page 44 and 45: ASHES AND EQUINOX, MARS IN CONJUNCT
- Page 46 and 47: 3 Yet these are only words and whim
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- Page 50 and 51: The shaman’s fee and these linger
- Page 52 and 53: The loved ones lay helter-skelter,
- Page 54 and 55: after the sudden, tiring burst of c
- Page 56 and 57: DEER HUNTERS for Don Washburn 1 The
- Page 58 and 59: Brown earth to tawny fur, scant sno
- Page 60 and 61: The men and boys don their flannel
- Page 62 and 63: GHOSTS Ask ghosts if there’s a He
- Page 64 and 65: The moon rolls on, its icy pall rel
- Page 66 and 67: He thinks of how he can win her, sw
- Page 68 and 69: “Neither by word nor glance, nor
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GODMAKERS I, Moishe, who by the swe
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SIDEWAYS, IN PASSING Why does seein
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VALKYRIES ON ROUTE 128 About those
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Gold watch retirement gift — good
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SPARE CHANGE Ivy league derelict be
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WINTER SOLSTICE, COLLEGE TOWN Today
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MILL TOWNS Old factories: how painf
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Now these sad brick temples accuse
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It is time for action — close dow
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Dead and buried, buster. You bought
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I was made one years ago, but I cut
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Dungeons and Dragons promotes the s
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The ladies filed in at three, sat i
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Just then the pander bee arrived be
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the pointless mud-pies where tracto
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Today the weathered sign shall fall
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who made your soft voice beckon me
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T H E G O D’S E Y E: A S U M M E
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INDIAN ROCK SHELTER Rock shelter at
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He sees the God’s Eye prophecy an
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A neighbor comes to tell us the hou
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THE OWL We walk the forest in drizz
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Later we sit, warmed by our red-bar
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Elms and maples stand sentry. The g
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The loudest of sounds is the breath
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ARIADNE P O E M S O F A N T I Q U I
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REMEMBERING MEDEA This is Jason, no
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FRAGMENTS OF A HYMN TO RHEA, THE OA
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Five-fingered leaves — what are y
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Tros took his nephews, leaving his
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3 For that immaterial blink-out the
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4 It was worth the wrath of Hera an
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6 Ganymede feared the eagle. He was
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7 Zeus steals again to look at the
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9 Hera paces outside the banquet ha
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11 I stand in the sorrowing wastes
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The chieftain puts on the anonymous
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3 THE VISION Gold-headed Apollo gre
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Punish the priests for their pilfer
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HERA AND GANYMEDE 1 THE WRATH OF HE
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Nor would this end the matter: the
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2 THE ENCOUNTER WITH GANYMEDE It is
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“I wept because I thought I saw
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4 THE RECONCILIATION OF HERA Hera l
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“He does not wish to plant his se
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They find the goddess Hera sleeping
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Or a ghoulish invite to grave robbe
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3 NIGHT WALKER Still in her nightgo
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Who beckoned her? What star deluded
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He draws them in. Together, they pu
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5 TRYSTING PLACE In August heat the
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6 MIDSUMMER NIGHT I am well-met by
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7 WEST POINT At West Point Cemetery
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invade his ears, his mouth, his nos
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10 THE SWAN POINT GHOUL Two months
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A new moon comes and passes. It’s
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2 He flees the bedroom of Doña Luc
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4 Lucky for him, he flew north, his
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HE’S GOING TO KILL ME TONIGHT 1 H
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2 Across the hall, the spinster lay
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Any day now, she will cross over in
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THUNDERPUSS: IN MEMORIAM (Thunderpu
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3 Your leaps were prodigious — fr
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No one could pick you up yet you wo
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6 Only a grudging carnivore, you we
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8 A burglar came through the downst
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9 Your absence is palpable like ner
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are branches of a spreading beech r
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3 Hundreds of miles we came today t
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or marble, a sliver of sourceless l
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waiting, mouthing the words of Necr
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The Narragansett waters drop as the
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M I D N I G H T O N B E N E F I T S
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tended by frowning priestesses. A h
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OCTOBER THOUGHTS IN WAR-TIME What d
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LUCY: A MYSTERY Vacant heart and ha
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“I did not note it then.” “Te
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to do with as she pleases Night aft
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II. Past-midnight, Providence was w
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III. “My mother, Mrs. Power.” P
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THE TREE AT LOVECRAFT’S GRAVE Thi
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And somewhere within them, does he
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a little ride over to the trespasse
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for the two of you, and no sleeping
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lack mask eyes of the young ones in
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I am the one who asks, Is it worth
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SON OF DRACULA recalls my childhood
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and, finally, another trial in Germ
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there on Olympus. It struck me that
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THE TREE AT LOVECRAFT’S GRAVE has
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ABOUT THE ILLUSTRATOR Pieter Vander