fears To glaze acute eyes there, below The fronds of fern, the leaves of grass? My God-we were not born ...
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power lines went down; My giant oak was cleft from crown to root With a single detonation; vesper green ...
winging bird: "I have wept, I have prayed, I have sung and none but my ear has heard." ...
Benefit of Her Biographers: My Roommate at Eighteen Wildly, passionately indifferent. In favor of ...
the serious import of what I have to say merits this dignity, and partly because it has been my ...
that the only way to avoid a sin was to commit it and be rid of it. In my books of these years, I seem ...
syllables resounded in the earthen patio; my fear took them to be indecipherable, interminable; afterwards, ...
pantheism in his fiction. I have treated this aspect of his work in my book La prosa narrativa del. L. ...
replied to my request for permission to record what he had said. "Publish away!" he ...
the conclusions came to be summarized and it was my turn to speak, I couldn't say anything ...
