Strayed Crab (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
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