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 ...
At this hour the soul floats weightlesslythrough the city streets, speechless and invisible,astonished by the smoky blend of grays and ...
Some day, if I should ever lose you, will you be able then to go to sleep without me softly ...
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