Jill Osier:
Emily Dickinson:
Touch Liberty - then know no/more - /But No one, and Paradise / The Soul's retaken moments - / When, Felon led along, / With [+irons] - shackles on the plumed / feet, / And [+rivets] - staples, in the song, // The Horror welcomes her, / again, / These, are not brayed / of Tongue -
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Lawrence Ferlinghetti:
Christopher Gilbert:
William H. Gass:
What I really want is to have it sit there solid as a rock and have everybody think it is flying.
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