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the escape artists visiting a classicist
summer afternoon in a friend's garden
climbing around an old house at night
landscape near here and the sound of morning birds
after reading in a friend's library
listening to the stories of seafaring men
sailing to visit a venetian dressmaker
jack and the bean stalk
from the memory of voyages and sea songs still echoing
days at sea, and yet still the memory of land birds swirling
sitting behind you on the shore
the hands of a village still on my head
songs of ancient desire from, the right side
drinking in the arrival of spring in a friend's garden
songs of ancient desire ,from the left side
songs of ancient desire, straight on
a night room in strong light, looking out toward the sky
after visiting the ruins of a roman tennis court
when we still slept in that forrest by the sea
how it all felt then and now
palestina
quiet conversation with a friend
the light of dawn on an encrusted facade along the route romane d'alsace
night and day with 'the thrush in the golden country'
the other side of the garden gate, late day raking light
visiting a friend of samuel palmer's, in late summer
memory of a summer garden




























