The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 134,Oplag 4Yale Literary Society, 1966 |
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Side 23
... dark and mysterious as he slammed the door behind him . " Yeah , leave . " The flames of the kerosene lamps burst in front of me as I worked my way over to the bed where he had been sitting , then flickered and burst again in silent but ...
... dark and mysterious as he slammed the door behind him . " Yeah , leave . " The flames of the kerosene lamps burst in front of me as I worked my way over to the bed where he had been sitting , then flickered and burst again in silent but ...
Side 31
... dark blur Will she be alive when we get there will she ? The sky dark and hazy out the windows obscur- ing answers asleep and then it slowed and turned onto the gravel the vibrations different now from the seat against his face Wake up ...
... dark blur Will she be alive when we get there will she ? The sky dark and hazy out the windows obscur- ing answers asleep and then it slowed and turned onto the gravel the vibrations different now from the seat against his face Wake up ...
Side 34
... . Now it is winter and the true snow covers all but the river's winding wish in the city , too , the snow is there ( so it is the same :) streets are as wanton as rivers and dark . 12 / By William Sheehan Henry's old man owned this 34.
... . Now it is winter and the true snow covers all but the river's winding wish in the city , too , the snow is there ( so it is the same :) streets are as wanton as rivers and dark . 12 / By William Sheehan Henry's old man owned this 34.
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