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 ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
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