Bronze poet, by Peter Oram Clouds that whiten in a dome of blue /
and twisted trees sharply delineated, /
the dust aglow, each shadow elongated /
and phantoms that pass th...
The bronze poet, by R. H. Morrison The clouds are white in the blue dome, and the leafy /
Tree-tops have receded clearly into the heights, but the /
Dust is already gleaming, and th...