The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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Side 12
... trees Shade marble , white birds soar the sky . In olive shade men sit and talk ( Cool in the shade , I see no ... tree , shoot dice . And Dismas ? The Dragon is dead . The Dragon is dead . We killed it . It took a long time . It won't ...
... trees Shade marble , white birds soar the sky . In olive shade men sit and talk ( Cool in the shade , I see no ... tree , shoot dice . And Dismas ? The Dragon is dead . The Dragon is dead . We killed it . It took a long time . It won't ...
Side 15
... tree drenched in sun , its broad , yellow - green canopy over the entire top of the canvas . No sky . Just the tree and the shadow of its leaves , like a dark stain on the grass . " Damned lovely , that tree , " he said . " Which ...
... tree drenched in sun , its broad , yellow - green canopy over the entire top of the canvas . No sky . Just the tree and the shadow of its leaves , like a dark stain on the grass . " Damned lovely , that tree , " he said . " Which ...
Side 23
... trees in the darkness of afternoon . Be not afraid my love ; Of the red sands , Or the black capes in the arena . Be not afraid of the night , my love ; Where sorrow clings to the sands And the gull plucks at the bones of trepidation ...
... trees in the darkness of afternoon . Be not afraid my love ; Of the red sands , Or the black capes in the arena . Be not afraid of the night , my love ; Where sorrow clings to the sands And the gull plucks at the bones of trepidation ...
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