Shelby Stephenson Coining Out The hour is a lovely tale, Heaven, a flight of quail, Prayer, a patient man. Redweeds stay the storm in the branch, Sanded lines where trickles run nowhere And...
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ROBERT BEUM MADRIGAL Waiting well, Hours without side, Time not pride, Will be saved. Mornings given To morning light, Time not pride, Will be praised. Eyes that mean Their smile, trust Like a...
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riots, alienation, ecological catastrophes, wars, and revolutions, so that current long-range planning, including this conference, is irrelevant . . . . The best service that you people could...
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ROBERT BEUM
the sources
This wall, that bridge, the structure of lines
We build and rebuild thinking the years
May shiver against them and find there
As in wall and bridge the heart's...
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Boy with a Hare In fall light and the highway, a child holding up in his hands not lanterns or petals but the death of a hare. Motor cars rake the cold causeways. Faces are...
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Southern high school once said to me: "We have always had a 'track' system. We just don't call it that." He meant merely that his teachers found ways informally to separate the backward...
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