Clouds (Philip Levine Poems)
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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