The Cellist (Galway Kinnell Poem)
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
1 I move my hand over slopes, falls, lumps of sight, Lashes barely able to be touched, Lips that give ...
I The stars were wild that summer evening As on the low lake shore stood you and I And every ...
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