The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... dark outside and the rusty lamp shining unseen all day and all night , shining and rusting . “ I have heard , ” she paused , stumbled over great airy blocks of regret . She had on her best shoes . They were ruined from the mist . All ...
... dark outside and the rusty lamp shining unseen all day and all night , shining and rusting . “ I have heard , ” she paused , stumbled over great airy blocks of regret . She had on her best shoes . They were ruined from the mist . All ...
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... dark shadows fill her up . Or to throw herself on the sand of the beach , to have the waves come pouring over her body . The warmth died in bitterness . " And what is it that you offer me ? Is that love ? " " It is that I will know your ...
... dark shadows fill her up . Or to throw herself on the sand of the beach , to have the waves come pouring over her body . The warmth died in bitterness . " And what is it that you offer me ? Is that love ? " " It is that I will know your ...
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... darkness , and all I had ever felt at different times about that place came back to me now as one feeling . It began with wanting to hold my breath . Then butterflies danced inside of me and all along the surface of my arms I felt a ...
... darkness , and all I had ever felt at different times about that place came back to me now as one feeling . It began with wanting to hold my breath . Then butterflies danced inside of me and all along the surface of my arms I felt a ...
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