POEMS FOR CHRISTMAS JOHN ENGELS SEASONAL POEM I have forgotten; it was time, or not, And we had come this distance from that place. The late streets burned with ice; the car was hot, Yet...
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Miss Addleman Revisited Mourners come and go, the family stands In corners of the parlor, shaking hands; I wait Among the raftered shadows of your vestibules In line at length respectfully to...
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Many of those doing social or educational work in the Union are resented and suspected because of the comfortable and sometimes opulent background they can periodically retreat to. Religious...
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