In Memory of David Archer (LIV) (George Barker Poems)
The words are always asstrange and dead as thosefragments and oddments thatthe wave casts up on the shore:I stand in ...
The words are always asstrange and dead as thosefragments and oddments thatthe wave casts up on the shore:I stand in ...
1Meandering abroad in the Lincolnshire meadows dayDay and day a month perhaps, lying at night lonely,The early September evening administering ...
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