Dirge At The Edge Of Woods (Leonie Adams Poems)
Gold shed upon suckling gold,The time of the bole blackens,Of the dark mounted through dapple,While in the sealed appleThe seed ...
Gold shed upon suckling gold,The time of the bole blackens,Of the dark mounted through dapple,While in the sealed appleThe seed ...
My awkward grossness grows: I go down, throughI maintain my self in the convictionthat I have as much to say ...
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