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In 1938 MR wrote a book-length poem about a mining town in which all of the men were dying of silicosis. These memories live in my own bones; these poems break my heart.
— Jan 08, 2020 02:41AM
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Jessica
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All of them alike, expensive girls, the leaden friends / one used to play the piano, one of them once wrote a sonnet, / one even seemed awakened enough to photograph wheatfields— / the dull girls with the educated minds and technical passions
— Jan 15, 2020 01:47AM
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What do you want—a cliff over a city?
A foreland, sloped to sea and overgrown with roses?
These people live here.
— Jan 07, 2020 06:58AM
A foreland, sloped to sea and overgrown with roses?
These people live here.
Jessica
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"In town, the munitions plant has been poor since the war,
And nothing but war will make it rich again."
Holy, holy, holy sings the church next door.
— Jan 02, 2020 03:52AM
And nothing but war will make it rich again."
Holy, holy, holy sings the church next door.
