Bess (William Stafford Poems)
Ours are the streets where Bess first met hercancer. She went to work every day past thesecure houses. At her ...
Ours are the streets where Bess first met hercancer. She went to work every day past thesecure houses. At her ...
Cold nights outside the taverns in Wyomingpickups and big semis lounge idling, letting theirhaunches twitch now and then in gusts ...
If we see better through tiny,grim glasses, we like to weartiny, grim glasses.Our parents willed us thisview. It's tundra? We ...
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