The Furies (Weldon Kees Poem)
Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six or more. Whether at dusk or daybreak Or at ...
Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six or more. Whether at dusk or daybreak Or at ...
Last summer, in the blue heat, Over the beach, in the burning air, A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists ...
"Wondrous life!" cried Marvell at Appleton House. Renan admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly." But here dried ferns keep falling to the ...
To Ernest Brace "And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard ...
It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine ...
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