The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... Shadows and half - shadows surrounded his solitary figure which was itself tenderly illumined by the flaming wicks . His face and form were very sparse . Little was wasted , she thought . His skin was smooth and tight across the broad ...
... Shadows and half - shadows surrounded his solitary figure which was itself tenderly illumined by the flaming wicks . His face and form were very sparse . Little was wasted , she thought . His skin was smooth and tight across the broad ...
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... Shadows and half - shadows surrounded his solitary figure which was itself tenderly illumined by the flaming wicks . His face and form were very sparse . Little was wasted , she thought . His skin was smooth and tight across the broad ...
... Shadows and half - shadows surrounded his solitary figure which was itself tenderly illumined by the flaming wicks . His face and form were very sparse . Little was wasted , she thought . His skin was smooth and tight across the broad ...
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AFTERDAWN Singing the twilight comes into fading shadows , And first winter runs with the wind ; The moon sits on a ... shadow of the black moon , From the cool trees in the darkness of afternoon . Be not afraid my love ; Of the red ...
AFTERDAWN Singing the twilight comes into fading shadows , And first winter runs with the wind ; The moon sits on a ... shadow of the black moon , From the cool trees in the darkness of afternoon . Be not afraid my love ; Of the red ...
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