Rock Carving (Douglas Alexander Stewart Poems)
The lines grow slack in our hands at full high-water;The midnight rears in the sky; and beneath the boatAnother midnight, ...
The lines grow slack in our hands at full high-water;The midnight rears in the sky; and beneath the boatAnother midnight, ...
Free is the wind that lashes into foamThe fortress waves that gird the Sea-King's homeAnd free the war-worn Flag that ...
And there was stormy silence in that city,A silence of the unborn where it movedIn darkness, piteous, but without pity,Tearing ...
Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, "Many feet have worn it and the road is old ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
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