646 THE COMMONWEAL October 23, 1929 ml 1,, SONNETS gdYa land October Land of the purple apples and fat churns, Ripe hermitage of hardihood and peace, Home to your harvest hills my...
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Exile Where mountains have a shrunken skin that seams And cracks, and where plateaus are saffron jowls Covered with greying stubble, and where streams Are tears gone dry, where no coyote...
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'^Remembrance A night of watching stars and tides That whispered in the dark; Do you remember how we turned Into the silent park? I wonder now, across the world. If there are other gems As...
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