My Grandmother’ (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
There are no stars to-nightBut those of memory.Yet how much room for memory there isIn the loose girdle of soft ...
There are no stars to-nightBut those of memory.Yet how much room for memory there isIn the loose girdle of soft ...
There are no stars to-nightBut those of memory.Yet how much room for memory there isIn the loose girdle of soft ...
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