The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... woman singing purely away from pain Her dark hair down her back made gold By the light in which she sang Her face turned upwards To an ebony Jesus in walnut carved By an artist's hand and soul , The song a man and maiden walking In the ...
... woman singing purely away from pain Her dark hair down her back made gold By the light in which she sang Her face turned upwards To an ebony Jesus in walnut carved By an artist's hand and soul , The song a man and maiden walking In the ...
Side 18
... woman beside him . She turned to him and he felt the same surprise he always felt when a woman turned out not to be Eugenia . He seemed always to carry that lovely face with him . No woman ever came even close to its delicacy . But the ...
... woman beside him . She turned to him and he felt the same surprise he always felt when a woman turned out not to be Eugenia . He seemed always to carry that lovely face with him . No woman ever came even close to its delicacy . But the ...
Side 19
... woman said . " That last wave " Sorry , I was daydreaming . " " It got my skirt . ” 99 Harland watched her wring out her hem . He noticed her hands were small and square , like a child's . " You need drying out , " he said . " How about ...
... woman said . " That last wave " Sorry , I was daydreaming . " " It got my skirt . ” 99 Harland watched her wring out her hem . He noticed her hands were small and square , like a child's . " You need drying out , " he said . " How about ...
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