The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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Side 7
... night , lit and rusting so that one would not know how it remains standing , lit even when the world seems to die in winter sleep , casting grey light through the thick wet air onto the purple house . Stories . Yes . Only stories . It ...
... night , lit and rusting so that one would not know how it remains standing , lit even when the world seems to die in winter sleep , casting grey light through the thick wet air onto the purple house . Stories . Yes . Only stories . It ...
Side 23
... night , my love ; Where sorrow clings to the sands And the gull plucks at the bones of trepidation . I come from the sea ; From the cool rains , From the black waves of the black night , From the windward side of the sun In the ...
... night , my love ; Where sorrow clings to the sands And the gull plucks at the bones of trepidation . I come from the sea ; From the cool rains , From the black waves of the black night , From the windward side of the sun In the ...
Side 33
... night since classes didn't begin until the next day . All of us felt awkward in the emptiness , so we left earlier than usual ; and no one teased when I said I thought I would go along home . Jean - Claude and I said good night to ...
... night since classes didn't begin until the next day . All of us felt awkward in the emptiness , so we left earlier than usual ; and no one teased when I said I thought I would go along home . Jean - Claude and I said good night to ...
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