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  • Poems
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    • Pasture and Flock
    • I, Clodia, and other portraits
    • Thicket
    • The gas leak
    • Catullus for children
    • The pastoral kitchen
    • The long road to teatime
    • Last stop before insomnia
    • Dear tombs, dear horizon
    • The Bedmaking Competition
  • About
  • Actions and Travels
  • Enthusiasms
  • Catullus
  • Hen diary
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​There is not one man, she says,
she could love so much
as me, not even if Jupiter himself asked to marry her.
She says.......But what a woman says
to a lover in the heat of passion
should be written
on the wind, on running water
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