Potential Titles: Joseph Fasano

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Their hearts curled and purring - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

Watched the dying falter - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

Kitfoxes asleep beside their shadows - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

The bull-elk in the moonlight of my threshold - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

Knocking off the mosses from its antlers - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

Thinning with the milkweed - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

The great elk in the dark door - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

Scissoring your ancient way through - Joseph Fasano "Elegy for a Year"

As he shuffles the wind aside - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

The night in his hands like an empty bridle - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

Turning your fingers to glass - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

From an empire that has always been ruined - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

An odor of lavender, an odor of gold - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

With the heavy oars of October - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

The wind lies open on your lap - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

The score of a life you did not measure - Joseph Fasano "The Figure"

Blackbirds were the only music - Joseph Fasano "Hermitage"

And the blackbirds built their strict songs - Joseph Fasano "Hermitage"

The moon's brute music touching them with fire - Joseph Fasano "Hermitage"

When the burning wings ascended - Joseph Fasano "Hermitage"

Shook the music from your branches - Joseph Fasano "Hermitage"

Only as immense as what we shed in the dance - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

Each thing learned in mercy - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

The cargo of a thousand crafts of fire - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

Move through the ruins of the dance - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

The mourner lays his head on the cold oak - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

The wrens build at dusk - Joseph Fasano "Hymn"

As you walk out into the stars - Joseph Fasano "Letter"

A horse carries autumn in his mane - Joseph Fasano "Mahler in New York"

And the wind kneels down in me - Joseph Fasano "Mahler in New York"

A flock buried in the blindness of winter - Joseph Fasano "Mahler in New York"

The black violin of his childhood - Joseph Fasano "Mahler in New York"

Catching its hems on our thresholds - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

The craft is not the magic - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

The myths are in our hands - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

While the ancient things are woken - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

Asked, too, to be luminous and ruined - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

Risen like this cold stone in the darkness - Joseph Fasano "The Moon"

A dim chord of flame between his lips - Joseph Fasano "October"

The great deeds of the hopeless - Joseph Fasano "Odysseus"

Stepped out of the myths and into his life - Joseph Fasano "Odysseus"

Weaving and unweaving what you are - Joseph Fasano "Odysseus"

The common things he had forgotten - Joseph Fasano "Odysseus"

With a bitter lantern in her hand - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

The exile in its own autumnal house - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

The light of change is bitter - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

Changing is the threshold into winter - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

If the moon's hands should discover you - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

Half in winter, half in wool - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"

And the vanishing that carries it away - Joseph Fasano "Testimony"


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