The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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Side 23
... wind ; The moon sits on a broken mountain , And the wind turns back to the sea . An echo lingers on the beach of the forgotten ; Scattered remnants lie buried , Entombed in spectral castles To be washed in the morning tide . I come from ...
... wind ; The moon sits on a broken mountain , And the wind turns back to the sea . An echo lingers on the beach of the forgotten ; Scattered remnants lie buried , Entombed in spectral castles To be washed in the morning tide . I come from ...
Side 32
... wind came up , promising a storm , a wind that started all the curtains dancing in all the open windows on our side of rue de Rennes . I heard the shrill voices of women calling to children playing in front rooms and to husbands dozing ...
... wind came up , promising a storm , a wind that started all the curtains dancing in all the open windows on our side of rue de Rennes . I heard the shrill voices of women calling to children playing in front rooms and to husbands dozing ...
Side 40
... WIND The cranes now mount to fly Across the far mid - morning sky , Cast in jazz grey For the sober day ... wind to bend them flat Till the cranes came back . Michael de Havenon Humanism and Hucksterism in Contemporary Art A lecture ...
... WIND The cranes now mount to fly Across the far mid - morning sky , Cast in jazz grey For the sober day ... wind to bend them flat Till the cranes came back . Michael de Havenon Humanism and Hucksterism in Contemporary Art A lecture ...
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