Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LEARNING THE MOTHER TONGUE, by INGRID DARLENE WENDT First Line: It's wicked, I know, but sometimes I can't help feeling just Last Line: My tongue will learn (naturlich) from what the runaway heart brings home | ||||||||
Other Poems of Interest...AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by THOMAS CAREW THE VIGIL OF JOSEPH by ELSA BARKER CORYDON by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE PSALM 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE WELCOME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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