Poor Angels (Edward Hirsch Poems)
At this hour the soul floats weightlesslythrough the city streets, speechless and invisible,astonished by the smoky blend of grays and ...
At this hour the soul floats weightlesslythrough the city streets, speechless and invisible,astonished by the smoky blend of grays and ...
Tonight I want to say something wonderfulfor the sleepwalkers who have so much faithin their legs, so much faith in ...
I walked down to the sea in the early morningafter a long insomniac night.I climbed over the giant gull-colored rocksand ...
My father in the night shuffling from room to roomon an obscure mission through the hallway.Help me, spirits, to penetrate ...
I am so small walking on the beachat night under the widening sky.The wet sand quickens beneath my feetand the ...
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