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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FROM THE TREATMENT CENTER, by RANDALL WATSON
First Line: No nausea now. A south wind grooms
Last Line: Inured to cold, drug-sick, %smashing headlights with a stick
First Line: No nausea now. A south wind grooms
Last Line: Inured to cold, drug-sick, %smashing headlights with a stick
Other Poems of Interest...
THE DINKEY-BIRD by EUGENE FIELD
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by ROBERT FROST
ON SOME BUTTERCUPS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN
THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER
TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID P. BERENBERG
PSALM 2 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE
IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A CONVENT WITHOUT GOD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT