Late Spring by W.S. Merwin

LATE SPRING by W. S. Merwin Coming into the high room again after years after oceans and shadows of hills and the sounds of lies after losses and feet on stairs after looking and mistakes and forgetting turning there thinking to find no one except those I knew finally I saw you sitting in white […]

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Limited by Carl Sandburg

LIMITED by Carl Sandburg I AM riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains     of the nation. Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air     go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people. (All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men     and women laughing in the diners […]

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