The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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On every rotting island yet A blind thirst for life , Process of empty mechanic . But there had been light , light is From down on Samson Street The poetry of an old guitar , A woman singing purely away from pain Her dark hair down her ...
On every rotting island yet A blind thirst for life , Process of empty mechanic . But there had been light , light is From down on Samson Street The poetry of an old guitar , A woman singing purely away from pain Her dark hair down her ...
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... island , from what he could see , almost all shore , with only a small forest in the center of it . The sea was claiming it , it was obvious . Seaweed lay on the shore in clumps high as his waist . It must be a place of sudden , high ...
... island , from what he could see , almost all shore , with only a small forest in the center of it . The sea was claiming it , it was obvious . Seaweed lay on the shore in clumps high as his waist . It must be a place of sudden , high ...
Side 22
... island . . . Cranberry ... 99 " What are you saying ? " " Cranberry . It's an island . Right out there in the bay . I want us to go . . . I want us to ... 99 " To an island ? Whatever for ? " " Oh , walk . Swim . " " But there's a ...
... island . . . Cranberry ... 99 " What are you saying ? " " Cranberry . It's an island . Right out there in the bay . I want us to go . . . I want us to ... 99 " To an island ? Whatever for ? " " Oh , walk . Swim . " " But there's a ...
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