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Page 80 from Issue 56------------ her into the house where she laid her in her bed and lit candles ... passionate and proud in his curling delicate mane, and took it. I looked for the rider but never found him. ... He must have lain on the burnt ground in a thousand pieces of blackened glass. I would give anything ...
unlikeliness of this newfound joy. So over these three or four days in Brooklyn, I find it deeply comforting to ... corn as high as my eyebrows. “Come and visit us!” I say. It’s not just that I’m proud of having found ... me buy pants and sweaters, April is right that I have neglected my lower extremities. So now this ...
sometime. I needed beauty there to work so that the pity of it would strike the reader. too much horror, ... raw, the mind cannot take-and here beauty can work for us, for the good, so I dare to believe as ... I am grateful to them for the dis cussion we had. A portion of "Crossing Sabermati" ...
Page 29 from Issue 80 Four Poems Frances Padorr Brent After the Flood Dans La grande maison de ... looks past me, weighted by the camellia in her hair, the spirit of creation stands on a double-tiered ... naked on top of a hill; I am astonished by her blue-veined breasts, her hair's mane, black and ...
stock-still and trying to reflect on a variety of matters, maybe wondering how it would be having to work in ... occurred to me because of movable objects-l thought it would be good to have one, a bogey. There are four ... surface we have to order different ones for the purpose. I also keep a towel down here, 99 Issue 62 page ...
