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Walking Man: The Art of Thomas Denny

By Mark Cazalet Essay

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men; Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow. Society is all but rude, To this delicious solitude.  Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The…

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Note to My Sister from Notre Dame

By Fleda Brown Poetry

It didn’t help that the boys are Jewish, and the stone angels only clumsy halfway- hoverers, not as smart as electrons, quarks, or strings that turn like dazed rubber bands in a breeze. It didn’t help that we’d walked all over Paris first. Still, the rose window entered them: a complication, a shattering of light.…

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