The Quarrel (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
The word I spoke in anger weighs less than a parsley seed, but a road runs through it that leads ...
The word I spoke in anger weighs less than a parsley seed, but a road runs through it that leads ...
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
As if I were composed of dust and air, The shape confronting me upon the stair (Athlete of shadow, lighted ...
Before I am completely shriven I shall reject my inch of heaven. Cancel my eyes, and, standing, sink Into my ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
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