a shudder has passed through his body. Listen. Listen. He reads from the page; what else has he to say now. ... He apologizes? He writes? He says he loves? The least of his pupils cranes his neck. He is still ... he remembers? His name appears in every paper. He'll be forgotten. He will rot. ...
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Page 87 from Issue 80 As wood burns the years of sunlight packed into its grain until the burning, ... casting off twigs and dry seed, hissed and stirred in a drought summer, I'd start up from sleep ... thinking rain, and look out, as if dreaming, on the fountains of leaves rushing in dry wind. 87 Issue 80 ...
inclinations-this is the point around which the mystical variant of the Reformation revolution develops. True ... ruin of the blind nonchalance with which the believer places his hope of eternal life in his own ... orthodoxy. Satan also believes in God and shudders-in accordance with the fine phrase in a text which, ...
aswarm, like bees, in the stirrings of first spring. He reached his upturned palm into them, gently, ... & they soon covered his arm, & would have taken him, completely, but he brushed them back, ... a butterfly tree, one creature, he realized, for just an instaht of flame, as you do, as I do, but not with ...
Issue 80 Four Poems Frances Padorr Brent After the Flood Dans La grande maison de vitres encore ... angel, lizards hang on the talons of butter-soft birds, a child sleeps naked on top of a hill; I am ... the book-boards. Horses gallop over melon-colored sand. Birds sound like glass bottles you can blow ...
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leaves a mood, an almost, image, that finally gets away. I saw the stuck black shudder to unglue. ... I sickened and then left it. I left it as I have left friends shuddering in their beds. Wheezing among their ... birds, their griefs and hypodermics. I couldn't watch the struggle in the dust, all night ...
just snugged the butt against his shoulder to get a better shot, already had the gun up, and the bird ... pounds, speaks rapidly, sometimes running words together, and despite being a midwesterner, softens his ... r's. At 5:30 A.M. on March 8, 1989 his crew trudges into the Bellevue, Iowa, market one by one. Sitting ...
of fanaticism, and their inclination for liberal ideas is rather acquired than innate. The most ... with a retrospective hatred, would pulverize the two thousand years in which, by some wile, it has ... obtained the acquiescence of men's minds. Since these retarded creatures, these haters, are ...
rival, the jockey all day he's watched the races from his bush now, with eight and a half ... night, the night that is around each city and only the horses stir his body is an anchor between the ... Here in Polynia Print Pages: Page 311 from Issue 21 shelley is waiting with a crossbow for his ...
sage bush, or the lop sided columbine's snarl of petals dropped in heat, she wrote the record ... mantle's urns of ash-his mother, his father- she waited to hear, trying to listen hard within the ... fire's crack of falling back on itself: stubborn, mouldering, stirred by chimney's lesser wind. ...
