The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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Side 12
... Past the forum I saw a hag with a worn out scale Grope through evening . In Jerusalem : an after - supper walk . We keep the wounds still fresh Come put your finger in his side . Level below the tree , shoot dice . And Dismas ? The ...
... Past the forum I saw a hag with a worn out scale Grope through evening . In Jerusalem : an after - supper walk . We keep the wounds still fresh Come put your finger in his side . Level below the tree , shoot dice . And Dismas ? The ...
Side 40
... 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 them flat Till the cranes came back . Michael de Havenon Humanism ...
... 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 them flat Till the cranes came back . Michael de Havenon Humanism ...
Side 51
... past twenty years with new ideas in art . Maybe because all this coincided with a universal craving of an escape from the terrible realities of war . A need for something spiritual , a new religion . Maybe it is a reaction against the ...
... past twenty years with new ideas in art . Maybe because all this coincided with a universal craving of an escape from the terrible realities of war . A need for something spiritual , a new religion . Maybe it is a reaction against the ...
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