In The Marble Quarry (James Dickey Poems)
Beginning to dangle beneathThe wind that blows from the undermined wood, I feel the great pulley grind, The thread I cling to ...
Beginning to dangle beneathThe wind that blows from the undermined wood, I feel the great pulley grind, The thread I cling to ...
Little, lovely, friendly townBright beneath your maple trees -With your dooryards sending outLilac scent upon the breeze;Through the hurried years, ...
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