Potential Titles: David St. John

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Reaching back into the dark century - David St. John "Alexandr Blok"

Imagined myself as the most lyrical shadow alive - David St. John "Alexandr Blok"

The forest is its own thanksgiving - David St. John "Beeches"

A kind of gorgeous illusory play - David St. John "Beeches"

White bars against the dark ochre matting - David St. John "Beeches"

With a nostalgia so perfumed by misery - David St. John "Beeches"

To say the forest is the sanctuary of ghosts - David St. John "Beeches"

Only everything you believe - David St. John "Before Dawn"

Failed lovers held apart from the world of flesh - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

Stalwarts given to the joys of God - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

Twin saints, unified in their beauty - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

Bestowed and polished by poverty - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

The streets of stone the true saints walked - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

Bird climbing the wheel of sky - David St. John "Francesco and Clare"

Growing so precisely redacted - David St. John "Generation"

Recordings of music at the end of the world - David St. John "Generation"

Danced the floors of cold longshoremen's halls - David St. John "Guitar"

Scaling its woven stairways - David St. John "Guitar"

Ripple through the meadow of lupine - David St. John "In the High Country"

One of Raphael's angels held within this hush - David St. John "In the High Country"

Onto her cold and bruised shoulders - David St. John "Iris"

The gravel under the garden path cracks - David St. John "Iris"

As I walk this long corridor of elms - David St. John "Iris"

Working dull shears in one hand - David St. John "Iris"

Icy & bitter fragrance in the wake - David St. John "Iris"

Where her secluded oak table always waited - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"

As the bass player knocked out the bottom line - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"

Those little mermaid tears running down her cheeks - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"

How far his endless love had grown - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"

He marked the circumference of the glare - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"

Water from the lips of Orpheus - David St. John "Overlooking the Cortile"

An example of cliché so profuse it touched my heart - David St. John "The Park"

The mass of the pulsing foliage above - David St. John "The Park"

Simply realizing that she does not wish to go - David St. John "The Park"

The most extravagant light is Venetian - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Considered Venice an especially stony story - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Proposed Venice as the world's unconscious - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Our dank lagoon-cradle of all art - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Naming an arch of last goodbyes - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Masked Carnivale raccoons & fat possum shadows - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"

Always the saddest Venetian farewells - David St. John "Venetian Farewells"


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