January 31 (The sky is crumbling…) (David Lehman Poems)
The sky is crumbling into millions of paper dots the wind blows in my face so I duck into my ...
The sky is crumbling into millions of paper dots the wind blows in my face so I duck into my ...
What is it about the Abyss that tempts the young poet to kiss the air and head for the nearest ...
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