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Phyllis Hoge Thompson

Letters from Jian Hui    The Ghosts of Who We Were    What the Land Gave
The Creation Frame     The Serpent of the White Rose     Artichoke & Other Poems
　

< IV >   The Creation Frame

The Creation Frame     *Marble     *Potter's Cove      My Book     The Frames
Time Is the Matter     Narcissus Walking     The Municipal Gallary after Yeats
Ronsard Full of Sleep     Love in the City     A Secret in Bone     Morning
The Desert outside of the City     For a Wrong Century     Naupaka of the Mountain
Molokai     I Came Here     Waimanalo     Manoa--Christmas     Brackets
A Note from San Francisco      Kauai     A Late Snack     Paper Boy
Never To Be Cast Away Are the Gifts the Gods Have Given
Feeling Erotic, I Go into the Blue Doll Bar and Try to Get Picked Up
Catching Sight of Wall Street in a Peculiar Light, I Am Flooded with Images out of the Past
Gifts      Losing     Naming Spring     The Divorce Poem     *The Last Thing     Listening
Evening in Bolinas     Things You Will Never Have      Midas     This Night      Eve
Poetry     The Deep, the Quiet     Like a Stone That Has Waited
The Doors and Windows     Rifts     Love without a Talisman     I Have No Eyes
Banyan Roots     More Than Light     Waiting for Snow 
My Name Sleeps at the River's Edge     Driving to the Cold Hollow Mountains
Muir Woods      Daphne

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