Wednesday (Marvin Bell Poem)
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
crawl toward the machine guns except to freeze for explosions and flares. It was still ninety degrees at night in ...
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect ...
I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon--the last dispatch. ...
I wanted to see the self, so I looked at the mulberry. It had no trouble accepting its limits, yet ...
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
You are not beautiful, exactly. You are beautiful, inexactly. You let a weed grow by the mulberry And a mulberry ...
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