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Intergalactic
Nor glass nor stainless steel now comes between
My wide eyes and their vision steeped in sleep –
Of things that live yet live divorced ...

William I. Atkinson
Jan 1, 2010
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English Bay
The ships lie out on English Bay
Bright-lit like floating beacons
Vancouver with her spangled hands
And accents of exotic strands

William I. Atkinson
Jan 1, 1982
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Sonnet: Fall
My distillate of summer, that red mane
Learned color from a dawn-exploding sun;
And smooth stream-polished pebbles of green jade
That glow..

William I. Atkinson
Jan 1, 1980
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The Man in the Moon
The man in the moon
Slouched up through the sky
And he heaved up his shoulders
And gave such a sigh
That the stars in their spheres

William I. Atkinson
Jan 1, 1979
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A Christmas Ode
The bells split distance as the night air splits
Our breaths’ dim shadows from the forest floor,
Making of each moonlit exhalation

William I. Atkinson
Dec 24, 1973
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