le miroir des sources
poesie by a young girl in a style entirely new
Sources

I drank from terra cotta glazed in calla lilies
a smooth draught that reminded me of

Water from a pitcher overlaid with dragon jade
enamel of the dynasty-before-last that

Tasted just like sips I took from dainty
Breton porcelain and realized

That the wells must all eventually converge
inside the center of the planet.
...et des autres
Enter Stage Right
Elastic Skin
On Discovering Multitudes Within Me
Love Poems
How I Ended Up in the Freezer
Night
A Sonnet to Stephen Hawking
If I Were a Cynic
The Owl and the Pussycat
Horsemen
si ces poemes vous plaisent....
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