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Lindeman, Jack
JACK LINDEMAN THEN AND NOW What do we carry being robbers of our meditations, having no masters but ourselves, bringers of wind with our words & our bare skins imprinted like parchment with the...
...I wonder at origins, the fabulous seed shaped at a depth beneath diamonds & our nakedness unashamed in the dungeon of the womb...
...JACK LINDEMAN THEN AND NOW What do we carry being robbers of our meditations, having no masters but ourselves, bringers of wind with our words & our bare skins imprinted like parchment with the language of the sun...
...Thus angelic we languished like roots...
Vol. 103 • February 1976 • No. 5
