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The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine
He is reading in the records of the back days.
Vale Royal - He is building a metaphysical palace
Vale Royal - He is reading in the records of the back days.
Vale Royal - The moon of eight cycles is lightly afloat
Avalon Freestate
Vale Royal - The moons go round in the hill-country of Judaea.
Vale Royal - Beside the altar in starlight the fire is out.
The Hanovarian star and the Age of Steam,
He is building a metaphysical palace...
Vale Royal - It is late July. The sun, like a red crab,
Vale Royal - August rages in the shimmering fumes...
Vale Royal - But now he is crossing the post-Arthurian chasm.
Vale Royal - He races on with the torch of a new language.
Vale Royal - In the sun the city lies like a slumbering serpent.
Vale Royal - True Thomas walks again in the Fields of Pangrace,
Vale Royal - A traffic of clouds moves in long trains...
Vale Royal - On the landing where a vague shaft of moonlight...
Vale Royal - Here is a meadowland with a swift river.
In the trip of a star crossed summer,
Down from the bright superior oceans
The suns of Tammuz burn in the ceiling of summer.
The moons go round in the hill-country of Judaea.
Here is a meadowland with a swift river.
Vale Royal - London. A Medusa outstretched on the riverbank
Vale Royal - The sacred river flows under the city at farringdon
Ode to a post box
Vale Royal - With atavism's lantern burning low,
The swan has been waiting all day for the sound of thunder.
Late summer in the seventh decade.
The June suns burn in the church-spires. They sway and melt.
Thomas the Rhymer. He shadows an old tramp...
But now he is crossing the post-Arthurian chasm.
The air in the garett races, made of fire.
He runs with a marionette sensation...
Vale Royal - In the trip of a star crossed summer
Vale Royal - A red and blue twilight
Vale Royal - Between high-chimneyed Bloomsbury,
Vale Royal - This broken-down wall running under the trees
Vale Royal - An hour ago, the Master of Grand Rank,
Vale Royal - The swan has been waiting all day for the sound of thunder.
Vale Royal - The sun is two hours under the horizon. See!
Vale Royal - A black sky burns in long electric traces,
Vale Royal - Seven long years spiral into the stellar void
Vale Royal - Late summer in the seventh decade
Vale Royal - Down the bright superior oceans
Vale Royal - But see him, eight years old, in transtemporal flight,
Vale Royal - Eleven years old Thomas the Rhymer
Vale Royal - The incline tips more steeply
Vale Royal - The antiquaries of Bristol have their backs to the wall
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