The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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Side 7
... waves beat- ing cliffs and raking sands , surrounded by scrub grass and twisted pine , empty windows and gaping ... wave of warmth , light and smell rolled out over her skinny , fog drenched figure . It was a beam of sweet musk , violet ...
... waves beat- ing cliffs and raking sands , surrounded by scrub grass and twisted pine , empty windows and gaping ... wave of warmth , light and smell rolled out over her skinny , fog drenched figure . It was a beam of sweet musk , violet ...
Side 21
... waves silver at their crest , a dull pewter beneath . White rings of foam floated on the water . There was no beach , only long flat rocks , stiff as lizards , jutting toward the sea . Harland walked along the rocks jumping from the ...
... waves silver at their crest , a dull pewter beneath . White rings of foam floated on the water . There was no beach , only long flat rocks , stiff as lizards , jutting toward the sea . Harland walked along the rocks jumping from the ...
Side 23
... waves of the black night , From the windward side of the sun In the brightness of morning . Stay not beneath the tumbling autumn trees That cry to the parting sun . Let me take you , my love ; To the islands east of the moon , Where the ...
... waves of the black night , From the windward side of the sun In the brightness of morning . Stay not beneath the tumbling autumn trees That cry to the parting sun . Let me take you , my love ; To the islands east of the moon , Where the ...
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