To A Revolutionar (Maxwell Bodenheim Poems)
Violets peer out in streaksOn the covered ribsOf hills, and meet the airIn a million tremblingLips on fields throughout the ...
Violets peer out in streaksOn the covered ribsOf hills, and meet the airIn a million tremblingLips on fields throughout the ...
We spoke, the camp-follower and I.About us was a cold, pungent odor --Gun-powder, stale wine, wet earth, and the smell ...
A sky that has never known sun, moon or stars,A sky that is like a dead, kind face,Would have the ...
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