Wolf Knife (Donald Hall Poem)
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
In a week or ten days the snow and ice will melt from Cemetery Road. I'm coming! Don't move! Once ...
Mount Kearsarge shines with ice; from hemlock branches snow slides onto snow; no stream, creek, or river budges but remains ...
Snow fell in the night. At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish mounded softness where the Honda was. Cat fed ...
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