Benoît Pioulard - A Shade of Celadon

As Would a Weaver

Whose Palms Create

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Anchor as the Muse

Initial B.P.

That Wounded Weathered

Is in Its Clearest Form

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Of Everything That Rhymes

With No Advantage

Under the Break Arch

An Image Apart from Ourselves

So Etched in Memory

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

And Relent

Кукла колдуна

Алёшка

Где прошла ты

Девочка, танцуй

Пьяный туман

Мёртвый Анархист

Komarovo

Rampampam

Птичка

Прыгну со скалы

Лесник

Dance Monkey

По барам

Снежинки

Хищница