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 ...
Some things I do not profess to understand, perhaps not wanting to, including whatever it was they did with you ...
Since that first morning when I crawled into the world, a naked grubby thing, and found the world unkind, my ...
Miss Murphy in first grade wrote its name in chalk across the board and told us it was roaring down ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
At his incipient sun The ice of twenty winters broke, Crackling, in her eyes. Her mirroring, still mind, That held ...
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