Buckdancer’s Choice (James Dickey Poems)
So I would hear out those lungs,The air split into nine levels,Some gift of tongues of the whistlerIn the invalid's ...
So I would hear out those lungs,The air split into nine levels,Some gift of tongues of the whistlerIn the invalid's ...
The honeymoon is overAnd he has left for workWhistling something obvious from La BohemeAnd carrying a brown calfskin attache caseI ...
1. ON ASPHALT: NO GREENS Quarry out the stone of land, cobble the beach, wall surf, name it "street," allow ...
A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert? A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand? Whoever he was. ...
He is back. And somehow the sky is brighter;Somehow the seas are not so high;The steps of the marching men ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert? A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand? Whoever he was. ...
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