Diana Thoresen Poems

the diamond collarette
is still dripping with
norma, violetta, tosca
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'...in spring, the most delicate feathery yellow of plumes and plumes and plumes and trees and bushes of wattle, as if angels had flown right down out of the softest gold regions of heaven to settle here, in the Australian bush.'

— D. H. Lawrence, Kangaroo
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'Go and catch a falling star.'
(John Donne)

St Barbara, a poor white gloved icy ingénue,
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There's no mobile internet all day; Ukraine is flying drones
My mother, a sure reincarnation of Caterina Sforza
Who else would be so impeccably dressed in
A crimson jacket and a chic silk blouse when's it's anomalously hot in May?
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