The Dark and the Fair (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
A roaring company that festive night; The beast of dialectic dragged his chains, Prowling from chair to chair is the ...
A roaring company that festive night; The beast of dialectic dragged his chains, Prowling from chair to chair is the ...
The word I spoke in anger weighs less than a parsley seed, but a road runs through it that leads ...
Now in the suburbs and the falling light I followed him, and now down sandy road Whitter than bone-dust, through ...
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