The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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Side 23
... morning tide . I come from the sea ; From the isles beneath the wind , Where the eagle leaves the yellow sands To sit upon the sun . I come from the sea ; From the fire of forgotten temples , From the white shadow of the black moon ...
... morning tide . I come from the sea ; From the isles beneath the wind , Where the eagle leaves the yellow sands To sit upon the sun . I come from the sea ; From the fire of forgotten temples , From the white shadow of the black moon ...
Side 28
... morning . Then I saw him start urging his old bones down toward St. Germain to make chalk drawings for the customers of les Deux Magots , who threw him ten franc pieces ; or I saw him head toward the Seine to wash his clothes . He would ...
... morning . Then I saw him start urging his old bones down toward St. Germain to make chalk drawings for the customers of les Deux Magots , who threw him ten franc pieces ; or I saw him head toward the Seine to wash his clothes . He would ...
Side 40
... morning sky , Cast in jazz grey For the sober day . Remembrance past repentence Bred in summer's miscontent , Steps to believing Then deceiving . This was then the swamp seeds , Before the ice entrapped the reeds For the wind to bend ...
... morning sky , Cast in jazz grey For the sober day . Remembrance past repentence Bred in summer's miscontent , Steps to believing Then deceiving . This was then the swamp seeds , Before the ice entrapped the reeds For the wind to bend ...
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