Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NIGHT HOWL: 4, by JOHN STEWART WHEATCROFT First Line: Through the passageway outside %they've slung a life line Last Line: Maybe because your flesh weighs leaden %you feel you've lost all spirit | ||||||||
Other Poems of Interest...IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE ON A FAIR BEGGAR by PHILIP AYRES ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE BY WAY OF EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN AN OCEAN GREYHOUND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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