Squatter’s Children (Elizabeth Bishop Poems)
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, fit for a king of several centuries back. A little circus horse with ...
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