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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LINE, by MILO DE ANGELIS First Line: To the head bobbing in the gunsight | |||
To the head bobbing in the gunsight we preferred an illness of cold degrees and withdrawals: this too is hate, I know, but this twig turns idea pursued for a year in limbo. And we, applause faded, inhabited the night, the elusive, marvelous springboard. Penetration of sun in grain, which is mother. Survivor whose name is father. Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTINUOUS TIME by MILO DE ANGELIS FINITE INTUITION by MILO DE ANGELIS HILBERT'S PROGRAM by MILO DE ANGELIS IN THE LUNGS by MILO DE ANGELIS PROTECT ME, MY TALISMAN by MILO DE ANGELIS ROWING IN FAMILIAR JANUARY by MILO DE ANGELIS THE NARRATOR by MILO DE ANGELIS |
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