The Evolving Study of Solaris
D: Dæmon
Solaripedia
Wallace Stevens - Concordance
Oak Leaves Are Hands
The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain
Primitive Like An Orb
The Planet on the Table
Ariel was glad he had written his poems
they were of a remembered time
or of something seen he liked
Other makings of the sun
were waste and welter
and the ripe shrub writhed
his self and the sun were one
and his poems, although makins of his self
were no less makings of the sun
it was not important that they be remembered
what mattered was that they should bear
some liniment or character
Their affluence, if only half-percieved
in the poverty of their writing
of the planet of which they were part
Tea at the Palaz of Hoon
Tattoo
Add this to Rhetoric
The Snow Man
Man Carrying Thing
Postcard From the Volcano
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