BELVEDERE JOHN KOLARS The bay is grained like wood. Laid in long parallels, And nearer in, knotted waters on the rock, As roots curl around and hold Things semi-seen, unseen, sea-wanted. The...
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mass combined with an uncanny ability to get workhardened pros to give their all. The Met orchestra in Wozzeck sent its best tone snaking up in tendrils or billowing forth like squid's ink....
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