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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PROVENCAL LAUNDRY, by JULIE FAY
First Line: I walk to coursegoules, a perched town few touch
Last Line: But sputters off the tongue as a woman with a secret %anger,touched, erupts: a delicate and poisonou
First Line: I walk to coursegoules, a perched town few touch
Last Line: But sputters off the tongue as a woman with a secret %anger,touched, erupts: a delicate and poisonou
Other Poems of Interest...
MAY AND DEATH by ROBERT BROWNING
SONNET: 15. TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX by JOHN MILTON
A HEALTH by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY
SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
OUR WEAKNESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS
PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 94. AL-HADI by EDWIN ARNOLD