Potential Titles: Herbert Woodward Martin

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Assures me of a million memories - Herbert Woodward Martin "Appraisal"

Take the same flight as a bluebird - Herbert Woodward Martin "Blue"

Dandelions giving shape to the wind - Herbert Woodward Martin "Blue"

Arrive at junctures of immediacy - Herbert Woodward Martin "Celebrating the Decades"

Midnight has dreams of snow - Herbert Woodward Martin "Contemplations on Snow"

Listens to the wind's mediation - Herbert Woodward Martin "Contemplations on Snow"

The melodies were pieces of moonlight - Herbert Woodward Martin "Contemplations on Snow"

Snow anticipates large silences - Herbert Woodward Martin "Contemplations on Snow"

From the deepest parts of night - Herbert Woodward Martin "Contemplations on Snow"

Still hounds seek his scent - Herbert Woodward Martin "Contemplations on Snow"

Weep away the fears of shadows - Herbert Woodward Martin "Contemplations on Snow"

A black crow spits out white fog - Herbert Woodward Martin "A Deaf Old Man"

In the east a diseased cloud - Herbert Woodward Martin "A Deaf Old Man"

A glaze of soundless snow - Herbert Woodward Martin "A Deaf Old Man"

Blank as a washed beach - Herbert Woodward Martin "A Dusting of Snow"

On her pinnacle far from hell - Herbert Woodward Martin "An English Street Vendor"

Measure chance against truth - Herbert Woodward Martin "Five Finger Exercise"

Frozen in the suburb of its heart - Herbert Woodward Martin "Kitchen Activity"

To dance on the arms of the sun - Herbert Woodward Martin "On Reading Lucille Clifton's 'Homage to My Hips'"

Wander in pristine darkness - Herbert Woodward Martin "On Reading Wendell Berry's 'Sabbaths'"

Hugged by a timeless wind - Herbert Woodward Martin "On Reading Wendell Berry's 'Sabbaths'"

Be welcome in resolute darkness - Herbert Woodward Martin "On Reading Wendell Berry's 'Sabbaths'"

Buries old habits for centuries - Herbert Woodward Martin "A Sonnet for Judith"

Let us abandon the moon - Herbert Woodward Martin "A Sonnet for Judith"

Curses being the implements of gods - Herbert Woodward Martin "Standing Beneath Grapes"

Grapes fall under their own command - Herbert Woodward Martin "Standing Beneath Grapes"

A gathering of pollen, a dance of honey - Herbert Woodward Martin "A Time for Bees"

A jungle of wild winged things - Herbert Woodward Martin "A Time for Bees"

That heralds skeletons from ships - Herbert Woodward Martin "Translucent Fish Scales"

From the hull of bows and rare imagination - Herbert Woodward Martin "Translucent Fish Scales"

Marked in the shells of high seas - Herbert Woodward Martin "Translucent Fish Scales"

That have mermaids singing their histories - Herbert Woodward Martin "Translucent Fish Scales"

Twelve black crows in mourning - Herbert Woodward Martin "Twelve Black Crows"

The shadow you cast is a memory - Herbert Woodward Martin "Variations on Some Index Phrases Borrowed from Kenneth Rexroth"

Under a sheet of callow moon - Herbert Woodward Martin "Variations on Some Index Phrases Borrowed from Kenneth Rexroth"


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