Breaking Sod (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"The level field of gray-green buffalo grassStill narrows as the sweating bays plod on,And that black ribbon at the ploughtail ...
"The level field of gray-green buffalo grassStill narrows as the sweating bays plod on,And that black ribbon at the ploughtail ...
By dark severance the apparition head Smiles from the air a capital on no Column or a Platonic perhaps head ...
When I eat crab, slide the rosy rubbery claw across my tongue I think of my mother. She'd drive down ...
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