Song (Robert Creeley Poem)
What I took in my hand grew in weight. You must understand it was not obscene. Night comes. We sleep. ...
What I took in my hand grew in weight. You must understand it was not obscene. Night comes. We sleep. ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
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